i write about sex a lot for a virgin
#SexSexualityRelationshipsPowerDynamics
always a victor, always a fucker. always a loser, always a fucked. so it goes. so it burns.
i am scared of you now, of this stranger who has taken you… those familiar eyes now watch me,… your loose hold now tight and the… this beast of grief has eaten you…
i flick the lighter on, on, on off. a useless fidget, one that turns my thumb gray and r…
my ma stuck that knife in me straight down to the hilt. she treated the knife like a nail, and treated her fist like a hammer… i pulled it out, bit by bit,
i loved you. i think it’s importan… i stored love for you in places i… i loved you in states of yours tha… i loved you. when you screamed so loud that the…
i’m busy with bruised legs covered… i’ve got my black boots kicked up… on a hot swing set in the backyard of a church that doesn’t want me. i’m saying fuck, getting familiar…
i am the parasite and i am the hos… i’m cold and my hair is falling ou… i haven’t eaten in awhile but my t… no one knows how to pull this hung… because i am the sickness and i am…
you’ve stopped responding to my te… and now i’m wondering, if maybe you’ve finally gotten bored of me. i can’t blame you, cause if i were… i would’ve gotten bored as hell to…
i buried my childhood in a cardboa… i wrapped it up in a stained white… it’s sitting in my old backyard, s… it’s really sad when i think about… so i just don’t
you’re alive and you’re young, healthy and hygienic. you’re sick and you’re dead; my walking corpse bride. love, stop leaving me!
“who do you think you look like mo… on a hot august day (as they usual… “your mom or your dad?” you swung back and forth on the wo… i drawled my reply, thick as the a…
everything is muffled and clean wh… i have bathed in dust and soil, an… i lay on your cool kitchen tile an… a constant reminder that i’m here,… but now with me here there is mud…
please don’t leave me. you swing your legs, sitting on th… we used to climb it a lot after sc… are you saying you’d miss me? you… yes, fucking yes, i would.
and if the doorbell scares you we can hide in your mom’s closet hand in hand i’ll try and be brave for us and if the man turns the corner
you go to touch me, and i bite your soft, warm fingers… then when you’ve left, i cry because i’m cold.