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He once said that he did not feel anything until it had a name. It was invalid, inexistent. I decided that the worst thing about me is not that I want to **** myself but that I cannot **** everyone who has ever ruined a piece of me. Their numbers are still in my phone in case I need to call and apologize for nothing, in case they still want me and I can cry when I turn them down. I let people hate me more than I let people love me, I need men more than I want them. My sexuality is fictional, he’d say because there is not a name for what I do to everyone I touch. There are only their names polluting my heart. I let people hate me, I let them keep me dying more than living.
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 4:55 PM UTC
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He once said that he did not feel anything until it had a name. It was invalid, inexistent. I decided that the worst thing about me is not that I want to **** myself but that I cannot **** everyone who has ever ruined a piece of me. Their numbers are still in my phone in case I need to call and apologize for nothing, in case they still want me and I can cry when I turn them down. I let people hate me more than I let people love me, I need men more than I want them. My sexuality is fictional, he’d say because there is not a name for what I do to everyone I touch. There are only their names polluting my heart. I let people hate me, I let them keep me dying more than living.
sarina
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 4:55 PM UTC
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