We Complement Each other
We don't need each other or complete each other
We complement each other
I am 5 feet one and three quarters of an inch tall
He claims to be 6 feet
I am olive complected and outgoing
He is a dark caramel and reserved
He's 6'0 and thick
Not as big and hard as he once was
Much given away to age and a spinal fusion
He's large and hard enough to make a survivor of abuse feel safe
He wears crazy like a mask
It's a defense mechanism to keep people from getting too close.
What was once an asset for survival has become a defect of character.
I fight every day to hold onto sanity.
He convinced me that we should move into a three bedroom apartment in
Whispering Pines. Living in the ghetto would help us save money for a house.
Funny, two years later we have $6.00
For an ex-drug dealer/murderer, street fighter, he's shy when it comes to sex.
It must be in a bed, at bedtime with one of three positions to choose from.
I am trisexual. I will try anything once.
He's a black republican with a tattoo of a rebel flag on his right arm
and a picture of Stonewall Jackson above the bed. His hero is Glenn Beck.
I am a democrat and my heroes are Maya Angelou and Etheridge Knight
We both love the program of Narcotics Anonymous
We are both recovering addicts trying to carry a message
He likes for me to hold his hand when he isolates and I like for him to hold mine
We complement each other.
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