Thievery

A thief in the night, a punisher of faith

You've taken from me. Taken from my wife.

Taken from my family. My friends.

Many of those I love

You're a bitch of a mistress. You're a bitch of a bitch.

Hope is your favorite prize

You take everything from nothing. Things that don't even exist yet.

From people who want it more then breathing

Cold, evil and inexplicable

You cringe when people win, and gloat when they lose

Lingering like a heavy fog with the smell of failure

Capturing physical and imagined souls alike

Damage that takes pride, self confidence, relationships, lives with value

And swallows them whole like a bitter pill

You're hard to shake. Hard to give up on. You're pain is addictive

Giving a little from time to time, to take it away just as quickly

Like death on a merry go round, we try over and over

Coming to life long enough to try again

Some of us are beat, even when we've won before

The survivors grow strong to champion those who continue to fight

Even when they've lost

continue to poison lives if you will

But in the end, there's always a winner

And for them, we will cheer

My Furry Hope

You, are my furry hope

My canine soul mate

A survivor.

Found in chains, sprinting on freeways.

Somehow our paths crossed

and when you crawled into my lap, you went straight to my heart.

We're inseparable.

You've been in my lap in the car. At work with me. On vacations. Asleep on a sunny Sunday morning.

Spooning with me when my heart was broken.

People think I'm silly, but you know.

You always know.

When I need comfort, or a laugh.

Your face is irresistable and your eyes laugh

You're even a warm little water bottle during that time of the month

You're one of the loves of my life

and have stuck by my side through thick and thin

Know that any time you want a treat, I'll give you two

Sexual Freedom

You gave me my flag back.

My intimacy was scarred. From years of unrealistic expectations.

Mine, and those of other people.

We were only together a short time, but you made me push my own limits.

You were the first person to convince me that I am beautiful.

Society can be a bitch of a mistress. That's too big, that's too small. Too light, too dark.

You showed me how the body tells a story.

Round parts. Smooth parts. Hard parts and soft. Scars, tattoos, stretch marks, everything.

Everyones' story was a novel to you.

I had a hard time, but you never flinched.

You gave me the gift of freedom. And comfort.

I learned from you that it was ok to say 'Fuck' in the heat of passion if something felt good.

Fuck; it felt great.

Thank you for showing me how it feels to love someone enough to be able to 'make love' or, just have a 'good time'

My insecurities still shine through at times, but I'm able to get past them because of you.

There's a trust in intimacy that many will never know, and now I have it forever.

Thank you for releasing me from the chains of my past, I will forever be thankful.