Pick me.
Pick me up into your hands, hold me in your ****** palms.
For I am a tarnished flower, the bonemeal of my cadaver.
Why won't they ask me, they see it don't they, my descent into hell.
Yes I wan't you to care, I need you to ask, shameless ***** of your attention, it's my prize.
And when I bear my naked body into your light, I am branded by your eyes. Nameless words with no end in sight. Tell me you see that my mangled heart isn't quite right.
I am no ***** I am no worm, I am no groveling dog licking the crumbs that lead up to your bed.
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 1:11 PM UTC
Pick me.
Pick me up into your hands, hold me in your ****** palms.
For I am a tarnished flower, the bonemeal of my cadaver.
Why won't they ask me, they see it don't they, my descent into hell.
Yes I wan't you to care, I need you to ask, shameless ***** of your attention, it's my prize.
And when I bear my naked body into your light, I am branded by your eyes. Nameless words with no end in sight. Tell me you see that my mangled heart isn't quite right.
I am no ***** I am no worm, I am no groveling dog licking the crumbs that lead up to your bed.
It's been a while since I posted a poem.