The truth of the matter is, in order for me to truly love and be loved, that wall must come down. This is also not just a woman thing. I recognize that male vulnerability is a unique nuanced experience, that can be beautiful and just as difficult.
I love him because I hate myself.. The calm appears in the sky After the night cried She sleeps Like a thief in the night The ground creeps of lost whispers and hints of treason As he returns being missing for weeks She holds him Opening up the doors of lustful penetration Hastefully ignoring the … More I Love Him Because I Hate Myself pt.1: “So Many People Use Your Name in Vain”