you’d take no part
in being consumed;
but, ah, yes, i have left a lingerer.
a scent, a sound,
that reminds you
of our fated breath meeting pace
with one another.
and another one.
another one until stars burst from
wet thighs and
hard, tight places.
you’d take no part
in being consumed;
but, ah, yes, i have left a lingerer.
a scent, a sound,
that reminds you
of our fated breath meeting pace
with one another.
and another one.
another one until stars burst from
wet thighs and
hard, tight places.
is not to be loved like this.
with restrictions, a
set of rules dictating how
we can be vulner-
able with each other & if
one makes a mis-
take, there is punishment.
to love is not to be
punished; it’s to be present.
is not to be loved like this.
with restrictions, a
set of rules dictating how
we can be vulner-
able with each other & if
one makes a mis-
take, there is punishment.
to love is not to be
punished; it’s to be present.
a cutting tongue;
mastered by no one,
but lover to none.
a cutting tongue;
mastered by no one,
but lover to none.
congrats, here’s your stupid prize:
you get to watch as i realize
that i am better than the never ending
crumb trail you leave behind
you as you walk away from me again.
over and over, you never stay
and never want to or will stay so you
congrats, here’s your stupid prize:
you get to watch as i realize
that i am better than the never ending
crumb trail you leave behind
you as you walk away from me again.
over and over, you never stay
and never want to or will stay so you
and no one cares
about the injured tranny i am -
forgotten, left out.
“it is best not to take such things
personally,” i say
to myself, “they probably thought
nothing of you.”
which, is true of course, and the
very reason that
i know no one cares for me; why
and no one cares
about the injured tranny i am -
forgotten, left out.
“it is best not to take such things
personally,” i say
to myself, “they probably thought
nothing of you.”
which, is true of course, and the
very reason that
i know no one cares for me; why
the one of you & me,
where we speak like lovers and
friends, mad genius
flying around in a whirlpool of a
firestorm & lighting.
it is beautiful to imagine our life.
the one where we are
safe together, completely, and i
gotta let go of the rest.
#poetry
the one of you & me,
where we speak like lovers and
friends, mad genius
flying around in a whirlpool of a
firestorm & lighting.
it is beautiful to imagine our life.
the one where we are
safe together, completely, and i
gotta let go of the rest.
#poetry
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Not just sadness, rage. This was done to us.
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Not just sadness, rage. This was done to us.
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