You are the trigger that reignites
an enmity of adoration and abhorrence
in the very fibres of my being.
I don't hate you, on the contrary;
it is easier to be angry
than to admit I am broken.
The state I am in is one of careless mend,
a whole made out of pieces,
a volatile kind of stable,
a looming sort of combustion
that threatens to explode at our every almost-touch.
I don't hate you, S.
Hookup: A New York Moment Pt. 1
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After a couple of times of visiting New York City, I finally made my way
to Stonewall on Christopher Street. Saturday. The place is packed - with
touris...
1 year ago