Agentleboyschapstick

 It’s kinda clunky and more odd that I thought.  I am not complaining but what in the fresh hell is this. My friends miss my parke face. It also reminds me of the bliss that love found me in and the one who found it. The one who celebrated my hockey chicklets and now who hasn’t noticed. 

Lover… Gosh  I miss our letters. The anticipation of our mysteries. The tiny wonderful things that fill all of our days as we fumbled through our the mishaps and desperation of me not being ready for you and us and the scabs and scars and haunts and regrets of my fuckups, downfalls, ignorance, desperation and lack of accountability and everything.  So ya. I did that.. it was me.  Ugh this little maple leaf really fuck it up. 

 I wish we could have just talked… instead of me fumbling through the swampiness of your blame, gas lighting and your unrealistic expectations. You never considered me and never considered your role in our demise.You were never accountable for your behaviours. I showed up, I was accountable, curious, vulnerable, authentic and brave. I owned my shit and was always ready to work through anything with you   I was yours. Until I became someone neither of us knew. Not fair….. My heart hurts