It's Pronounced Quintin

Always changing,growing,evolving(like a pokemon) into a man like no other...I am ME and there's not a person I'd rather be.

Seeing You Hurts

I see you.

And I wave.

And continue to wave as I walk away,

Looking back at you as I slowly walk away.

Wishing I could talk to you.

See how you’ve been.

Tell you how I’ve been.

Tell you how much I miss you.

It hurts,

Yeah, it hurts like a bitch.

Not being able to have contact with you

It’s bullshit.

But that’s the way it has to be.

Because of your falling out with mom.

And the pfa.

And how you’re legally restricted from contact with us.

The children you raised

Even though they weren’t your own.

So I wave

And smile

But die a little inside.

Because it hurts.

Missing You

HEEEEEEEEY TAIN, TAIN

(pronounced tin, tin)

Is what she’d say whenever I’d answer a call.

A call that was meant for my mother

But she had my number saved under my mother’s name.

So she’d always call me.

Her grandson,

Instead of my mother,

Her daughter.

It’s been a little over four years now,

Four LONG years.

The hardest four years of my life.

You left us.

You left ME.

And I miss you.

Terribly.

The only day that makes me sadder than today,

The day of your birth,

Is December 11th,

The day of your death.

The day the world lost an angel.

A month before my birthday.

Saying that I miss you would be an understatement.

No word known to man can describe how I feel.

How much I miss you.

How much I want to see you.

How much I want to hear your voice one more time.

Just once more.

Happy birthday.

You are missed

The Best Number

I’ll be your 6

If you’ll be my 9.

And we’ll pleasure each other.

Simultaneously.

Grind on my face.

Do you feel my tongue ring?

I’ll kiss your lips.

Run my tongue between them.

Suck on that little bud of flesh that causes so much pleasure for you.

Meanwhile, you do your thing.

Work them lips.

That tongue.

Get a good rhythm going

And show me what that mouth does.

I’ll be your 6

If you’ll be my 9.

And we’ll please each other.

Simultaneously.

Purple

Woke up laying in a pool of sweat.

Head pounding.

Vision blurry.

Last night must have been one of THEM nights.

Oh well.

I’ll survive.

Bladder felt like it was about to burst

So I went to the bathroom.

To relieve myself.

But something was wrong,

My penis looked funny.

Even with the light off I could tell that something was wrong.

So I turned the light on

And it was purple.

Like Barney purple.

PURPLE?!!!!!!

WHY IS MY PENIS PURPLE?

I was shocked.

So I jumped in the shower and turned on the water.

HOT water.

To wash the purple off of my penis.

But it didn’t work.

Nothing worked.

Not soap.

Not shampoo.

Hell, I even put chemicals on it.

But it remained purple.

No amount of scrubbing would work.

So I wept

And shouted obscenities.

I did not want a purple penis.

And then I REALLY woke up.

And I looked at my penis

It was back to brown!!!

The color that it is SUPPOSED to be.

What a fucked up dream.

Hidden Love Leads to Broken Hearts

I had it

But I didn’t know it.

Couldn’t feel it.

Never thought it was mine.

Your heart had beaten for me.

You loved me

But you never showed it.

Never told me,

Never showed me.

So I threw it away.

Ended things.

Moved on.

Now you tell me how you felt.

How you loved me.

How you STILL love me

And always will.

What am I supposed to do?

To think?

You should have told me.

Way back then.

Back when we were “us”

And not just “you” and “I”.

Two hearts broken

Because of hidden love.

Heart on a Sleeve

I have a habit.

Sometimes it can be a good thing.

More often than not though, it is a BAD thing.

That habit is wearing my heart on my sleeve.

Being quick to catch feelings.

How can I help it?

That’s just how I am.

And I can’t change.

I won’t change.

I’ve worn armour plated sleeves

To protect the heart which I wear on them.

Worn them for years.

But now its time for them to come off…

So I can love.

And love wholeheartedly.

With no restrictions.

With the heart that I wear on my sleeve

When You Judge Yourself

Fret not

About what they may think of you.

For you should be your harshest critic.

Your judge.

Your jury.

And your executioner.

For when you are such

Their opinions will not be novel.

You have already thought of these things.

Harsh things.

Things said to get under your skin.

As your own critic

You have already heard these things.

From yourself.

So you are used to it.

And what they say wont matter.

Fret not.

Material Love

I can not be with you.

To physically love you.

To cherish you.

To caress you in a loving manner.

To develop a REAL love for you.

So i love you in a different way.

Buy you things.

Pretty things.

Fly things.

I show you my love with objects.

Jewelry.

Makeup.

Shoes.

Whatever you want.

The material things.

To express my material love

Not Sure What to Call It

They say you cant miss something you never had.

But what about something you have but have never seen?

Like a girlfriend.

The other half of your long distance relationship.

Can you miss that?

Does the fact that you haven’t seen her for the entire span of your relationship

Hinder the “i miss you” qualifications?

To miss someone,you would have actually had to been in the presence of that person…

 Right?

Or can you just miss the idea of that person

And what they are supposed to be to you?

Having  a girlfriend and STILL being lonely is the worst thing ever.

I miss you.

Or do I?

Can I?

I don’t know…

How can you miss something you’ve never had?

Whatever this feeling can be called…

I have it.

Have it because she is mine

But I never see her.

UGH!!!