so much love is spewing my way
from the boys who love me
and the ones who want to love me
and the ones I want to love me
but don’t think they can.
Christ almighty.
I’m melting
from all of this ****** liberation taking it’s time
too slowly drip dipping down my too young leg.
all of a sudden it’s not pretend,
it’s not fake,
it’s not painted on moans mixed with brushed gold caress
but a cardboard bite on my collarbone
that should feel good in my dreams
but only leaves marks.
these scars are real and won’t flake off into stardust
but will grow and bulge
until they swallow me up
just like I swallow up all those who ask politely.