It is quite weird to realize how growing up, I was always happy in love, never single, always moving on to the next. With that being said, I recall a time when I found myself committed to five beautiful souls. It was the December of 2006, the year I began to embrace who I was, the part of me I had been so desperately trying to fight off. Stuck in an ever-shrinking cloak room, as I inevitably grew older. Unbelievably, it might have been a ton work, however it worked for me, and it somehow helped with my lacking “self-esteem.” The location of choice for our parties always varied and my lesbian friend always made sure I was aware of any beautiful man that glanced my way. She ensured that I was to be successful in love, even if it was for that one night. However, she did not anticipate the rate in which I would enjoy and seek out my own conquests, as I gained an invaluable sense of importance and esteem I had never felt/had. Fast forward 10 years now, I am twenty-seven and feel like a to
A commentary of my life experiences and some random poetry with true meaning.