Something else fucks me off’s the fact you’ve been met with disgust. That’s wretched shite, Talik, and there’s no cause I see for it.
Beautiful you are, beautiful your speaking and your wholeness. A man could go a lifetime seeking after that intensity you speak and feel. Longing for it, and knowing its lack like a hole at his heart.
I’ve gone that lifetime, looking, wishing. And much’s I’d wish to’ve met you sooner, truth is as well you’re worth the waiting.
Anyone meets you with disgust’s twisted on their own end. That’s no fault of yours, Talik. That’s nothing rotten in yourself.
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Thinking it’s not so much a guess to suggest a voice of that disgust’s come from the one who should’ve welcomed you best. Took your hand and heart and gave naught in kind.
I’ve met disgust myself, comes of searching widely, comes of folks express themselves most oft as shits. It’s tosh no matter the source. Sours worse by far when it comes from those loved and trusted, turns to a rancid mindfuck. It’s a dire wrong given, and it’s a dire wrong been launched on you.
I’d hazard to guess as well that woman spoke outside of feeling, or else attached the vitriol of her own heart to words that never wronged her. What I mean’s that whatever disgust she spoke or pointed accusation at was more tool than truth, and calling disgust down on adorations earnestly expressed, physical or otherwise, amounts to words built for wounding, aye, built for sowing doubt. For leading a man to doubt hisself and his intentions.
I don’t fucking like her, and that’s saying the least of it
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Vitaly. You aren’t what she’s said.
Aren’t what any’ve said that failed to meet you as you are or take you honest.
Bears saying as well it’s a waste and a shame, your words being made to shy from writing. Yourself not certain in their place or rightness. There words of yours are as you yourself are, meant to keep and meant for cherishing. For meeting, reading over and again, and knowing splendour in the beauty they bring.
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Letting this much keep to a message of its own. Better keep the rest apart.
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Beautiful you are, beautiful your speaking and your wholeness. A man could go a lifetime seeking after that intensity you speak and feel. Longing for it, and knowing its lack like a hole at his heart.
I’ve gone that lifetime, looking, wishing. And much’s I’d wish to’ve met you sooner, truth is as well you’re worth the waiting.
Anyone meets you with disgust’s twisted on their own end. That’s no fault of yours, Talik. That’s nothing rotten in yourself.
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Thinking it’s not so much a guess to suggest a voice of that disgust’s come from the one who should’ve welcomed you best. Took your hand and heart and gave naught in kind.
I’ve met disgust myself, comes of searching widely, comes of folks express themselves most oft as shits. It’s tosh no matter the source. Sours worse by far when it comes from those loved and trusted, turns to a rancid mindfuck. It’s a dire wrong given, and it’s a dire wrong been launched on you.
I’d hazard to guess as well that woman spoke outside of feeling, or else attached the vitriol of her own heart to words that never wronged her. What I mean’s that whatever disgust she spoke or pointed accusation at was more tool than truth, and calling disgust down on adorations earnestly expressed, physical or otherwise, amounts to words built for wounding, aye, built for sowing doubt. For leading a man to doubt hisself and his intentions.
I don’t fucking like her, and that’s saying the least of it[ … ]
Vitaly. You aren’t what she’s said.
Aren’t what any’ve said that failed to meet you as you are or take you honest.
Bears saying as well it’s a waste and a shame, your words being made to shy from writing. Yourself not certain in their place or rightness. There words of yours are as you yourself are, meant to keep and meant for cherishing. For meeting, reading over and again, and knowing splendour in the beauty they bring.
[ … ]
Letting this much keep to a message of its own. Better keep the rest apart.