Ever the freak am I

They can never want me. I'm quasimodo.

Just a touch of your beautiful face. Just a moment with you. You are
like air to me. Your breathe is mine.

But I'll never know that. I'll never feel that communion with you.
You're the one I couldn't sleep with or be the usually horny slit I am.
You're the one I wanted more than I wanted things for myself. You're the
one who sends her friends in to break my heart.

I've been questioned before about my ideas on love in practice. I'd
always reply the same way. Go fuck yourself.

I may be the Hunchback of Notre Dame, in my mad tower of whatever
madness you choose to percieve. Don't ever question what love means to
me. I'm a cunt who puts my love before I put myself. I may be freakish
for that. Another reason on top of so many.

One day I will find her again, the one that breaks and makes my heart.
Next time it will be someone who understands. I'm tired of loving those
who don't, who would rather not speak to a friend who fell in love and
in madness.

Sadly I'll be the same. Cherish her above myself. Value her life above
my own. Love her more than me, and love her truly.

And it makes sense. What normal would want to be with a freak?