Don't you worry for me.
I'm alive.
Words pour out of me
like the rivers of thrill
that gushed from deep within me
and rushed away in silent screaming,
in-between the glorious thighs
you missed out on.
Maybe I was only ever there
to prepare you for her.
Maybe I hung by a thread
so you don't hang your head.
Don't you feel sorry for me.
I survived.
With my heart in my hands
at the gates of a shrine
I swore to never forget how your face lit
when you said that I was
your favourite hypocrite.
Jan 10, 2023
Jan 10, 2023 at 6:22 PM UTC
Don't you worry for me.
I'm alive.
Words pour out of me
like the rivers of thrill
that gushed from deep within me
and rushed away in silent screaming,
in-between the glorious thighs
you missed out on.
Maybe I was only ever there
to prepare you for her.
Maybe I hung by a thread
so you don't hang your head.
Don't you feel sorry for me.
I survived.
With my heart in my hands
at the gates of a shrine
I swore to never forget how your face lit
when you said that I was
your favourite hypocrite.