I am in love

it’s a real love, that provides safe haven against all tragedies…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………i cannot tell him about the progeny of appolymous, ie, the mudd of sin that has left me sullied…..and what acts of deep, deep, deep dark injusticeits; Merriam Webster, latin origin; meaning fucking wrong, any philosophy, any pillar, any principle, will echo this sentiment….the deepest wrongs that have mutilated my soul (fuckin corny, fuckin cliché, I know…I call creative liscence)…the worst of all, worst than the act, worser still than the lingering memory, worser still than the innocence that still lingered ( I still had some? news too me! no matter, it’s past slaughtered now)  he sits with me now and my voice is stricken dumb…upon punishment of death, the words would still be stuck in my gullet……my hope is they will eventually choke the lingering life out of me….in the spirit of tinder, i’d swip-e l;eft