March 8, 2014


i know when i’m wrong…

i’ve begged forgiveness,

time and again…

even in times of innocence…


pleading for your

love and respect…

i care enough to overlook


except for the terrible secrets

locked inside-

but for you…

and you and you?

I want more.

i wanted our lives

to intertwine and


instead you’ve become


or Over-Christian…

too much of a sheep to realize

you’re headed for slaughter-

unable to accept my different-ness;

my illnesses;

claiming your Shepherd revokes

my validity-

our lives together could have been


full of weddings and children…

birthdays and love…

but it’s just easier to

claim me as the designated patient.

the designated fuck up.

what does that make you?



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