Scalp is shielded and shoulders are blocked
By a hideous river of ****** locks

Murky eyes are shot and marred with
Darkly colored crescents and dots

Lips are chapped and gnawed
In the midst of releasing fumes from skin that’s raw

Is she cool enough for you now?

My inspiration
Acts a fickle fickle ***
Woe is me; return

Stop!

She screamed;
Curling blood coated
Fingers into tightened fists

How is it that you can smile?
I’ve given you a thousand reasons to cry

But

She replied
Lips gnawed raw
As they shaped words

If I can just forget you and see the rest of the world
I have a million reasons to smile

My poetic, ever vital *****
The loving heart

Was born with a deformity
It is crippled

For it only ever beats
Muted rhythmic thumps

It pumps blood and oxygen
But not love

And unfortunately my brain cannot
Produce such feelings

Nor steer my life as
Love might do

So I live; ever crippled
By odd deformity

I love to brood and live
In obscure gloom

She cuts it all away
The shadows I hide in

It's refreshing really
To see the days again

But it’s been so long
These lights burn

Dear fairy tale movie industry,
Please fulfill my childhood dreams
And make a gay princess
Sincerely, we don’t all want a prince charming

I’m not much like him

You’ll find that if

You’re a lover of
Rough romance that bruises the skin
And arrogance

I won’t be able to satisfy you

But if perhaps you

Could consider a gentler love
A warm caress that will
Buzz and whisper on your skin

I could suit your needs

A chance?