Romance

I never had a home for yearning only a place of solitude I did crave but never a home because it’s like the womb stolen from me like the little h my baby sister name stolen from my understanding of calculus and put on mothers grave stone the very stolen memory of mother before she died when I was two years old and my big sister sat on my lap you morons you can’t fuck a guy sitting on his lap stupid because I was too young according to assholes who suck dick in prison for me! Fag baits die!

But I wait having fallen for it.