I have found that I can no longer speak my mind and remain within the barriers of normal,
And while my constitutions still remain as strong as ever, I can feel the padded walls beginnings close it,
I can finally feel the braces of the straight jacket arresting the direction of my tongue…leaving me docile and compliant,
I cannot truly state that my constant intrigue with love does not come from my eventual gratification by lust,
I cannot state that the embrace of a woman’s arms, that some see as marring, liberates every bone in my body, a constant soul massage muting the sharp screams of my past,
I cannot speak of my demons to my friends as my demons speak to theirs, I cannot trust, that no matter how efficiently my words are carved, they will meet their mark,
I cannot trust, who I cannot speak with and I cannot love who I cannot trust and I cannot speak with anyone,
I have found that I can no longer speak my mind and remain within the barriers of the acceptable,
I will grip my tongue until my face pails gray before I allow myself to be dissatisfied again by people’s inability the study, understand, then accept the unusual,
To state my love is unconditional is to state that I am unwavering, unwavering toward my pursuits to show her that her wings are indeed useful and we can indeed fly, no matter how impossible it may seem.