I never knew how to love but I loved so beautiful and gentle. My soul, pure, wise, patient and understanding.
                                                 I never knew how to cook but I cooked so fierce with an authentic taste of ones dreams in a foreign land. Full of zest, zing, and experience.
           I never knew how to be a friend but I put myself aside to be of aide to fallin' tears of a broken heart, or a simple scrap on an innocent knee.
                          
*Life was harsh full of confusion and delusion pain never ceasing love never increasing attention promised but never arrived living very deprived completely isolated and feeling ever violated having a voice forced to be muted in fear of being booted contemplated running away one of my only feelings was knowing I was just a stray the walls were closing in fast I knew I had to move on and make this my past

Spirals ever winding in the symphonies of my beautified mangled heart
Enchanting shades of red slithering through the frown lines upon my disappointment.
Numbness molds into the crakes of fallin' pieces of molten flesh
Expiring memories desperately holding onto my fear of forgetting his touch, his smell
Fear
    Gusts
          Within
                 My
                   Fingertips reminding me of the love
    We
      Once
           Made
I was completed and fulfilled in my lustful fantasies.
******
      Images
              Emerge
                      From my wet thighs against his
   Core
I was found in my disappearance