Love isn’t for me
It’s dangerous to have
And even more menacing to keep
I am not meant for happiness
Not like that anyway
Man
Woman
Tongue in cheek
Tangled together like a **** pretzel
Whispering broken “I love you’s”
In between hot breathy moans
Belonging to someone else who actually deserves me
Is unheard of
That’s just too much goodness
And purity has never done me justice
I need pain to love myself
I have to feel real to create beauty
And to feel real I have to be present
The kind of presence you only feel after you’ve been down on the floor
Stepped on
Kicked at
And knocked aside
Covered in mud and self-loathing
Manic highs and chipper chirping only form a distraction
From the work that makes me proud
From this sickening seed grows the most beautiful flower
And only beauty is true
Anger is the spark to my creative flame
And hate keeps it burning