To all the boys I've ever loved beforeI think I've lost count of all one of you. It is easy to lose repressed memories Just as easy as it was to lose myself in you Or the way you lost yourself in me I think we forget virginities come once in a blue moon I came three times Or perhaps I lost count. Love,
Poe-it Now back to these confessions. They are like young boys playing soccer
with father figures you've never known but always wished you have.
It is easy to go looking for prizes in boxes of generic brand cereals.
Momma always told you you never needed the real thing. Soo you grew up
only knowing love like generic brand cereals and Saturday morning cartoons.
And, at 23 years old, I think I've finally become okay with that. ^Tammy Poe^it Lopez