*******
and **** this entire patriarchy
and **** the thoughts in the back of my head
that say that every person feels this way because
it doesn't make it any better.

**** me for being anxious
while there are orphans that don't have friends
and when I try to be their friend
they lure me into love and kiss me only to have me realize
a full
year later
that I am one of a thousand
and yet I'm still torn.

Why?

Are men torn over loving their ******* from James and 7th North?
Are businessmen torn over their secretaries?
Is my brother torn over his tears?
So why
am
I
to-
-rn
over you?
*******
and **** everything you do
to make me love you
and hate you
and want to be in your arms
like I was but 5 minutes ago.