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I thought I could reign it in and unify all of it, write to you, and be able to say, "Yes, it's you." It's always you, isn't it? And yet...it never is. But the French had it right all along...I love...vous. (English equivalent: "yous") To you, my darling, I miss you. It started as a … Continue reading I Love Vous: On Polyamory
Freewriting, just to follow the flow Don't know where this story goes With a finger and a thumb partially numb Trying to come up with words not "dumb" Somehow, my juvenile, young naive mind Wants to journey through endless space and time But I know that if I close my eyes Yours are the ones … Continue reading Is It You…?
Don’t cry over me with your broken heart I told you I was polyamorous from the start It’s what I said, the day we met Or did you believe the lies you were fed By everyone else who claimed to know me better You skipped all the vowels in the letters I wrote to you … Continue reading Polyamory