i feel like such an inconvenience to you
and i love it

i'd **** myself
if i wasn't so sure
you'd use her pain
to get to her

again

utopia lives in the space between never and again
and it screams to me louder than
cicadas at dusk
(nymphs
leaving
the chrysalis)

like ******* on her **** and letting it dry
or scrubbing the leaves on a fern
i can't tell if our meeting was
unintentional
or
unnecessary

either way,
your loss.

Her bed is the whale.

I will always decide which parts of me you are allowed to love.
Are you braver for hurting me or am I braver for letting you?
How many of my thoughts are free of muse; why can't I convince myself that my pain is profound?

All punching bags, blue razors, sports, meat;
men are fascinating when they gather.

What must it feel like to gain acceptance through *******?
Why do you wanna *** on my face?

There is no tenderness here,
there is no failure.

I love God, because She will always be soft lips,
wide hips and breast tissue,
She kisses me on the mouth after.

Your perfume is Diesel Brave Tattoo, the bottle is shaped like a fist,
and I saw your jaw clench when I called it perfume.


DON'T RELAX.
DON'T BE POLITE TO ME.
DON'T TOUCH ME.
DON'T TOUCH ME.
DON'T TOUCH ME.

EAT MY *****.

i wish you would ******* die
so i would have an excuse
to miss you