There are pieces to this life
[The video includes a short analysis on what Unbearable is all about. This includes the process, the inspiration, and the reason behind the ears. Since the original poem did not meet the 100-word minimum count as per Vocal's standards, I have since added extra stanzas that are not a part of the video. I have chosen not to re-record to add them.]
I don't have the best of luck with men, having few sexual partners under my belt. Of all the ones who've come and gone, only two have given me actual pleasure. Out of those two stood a man of six feet, three inches who was a strange yet titillating gentleman. As young love goes, we were off and on quite often. When we were off, I wrote bitter poetry and listened to sad music on Windows Media Player. When we were on, I spent a lot of late nights in his arms, sweating and throbbing in ecstasy from head to toe. I would sneak him in, strip him down, and we'd pretend we were married. Sometimes Prince would serenade us, and sometimes the heated breathing of two horny 20-somethings was all we needed.
I don't get to talk about how he was raised,