the insecurity that intersects
your fingers and my figure
is enough to spin a whirlpool
seven miles wide
i rage at your taste for me
but i am cyclical, stuck
i am a fly on your calf
you do not even notice my thrashing
to feel you are ugly in the arms of a lover
to feel you are nothing in the clenches of another
frankly,
i think is quite common.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
the insecurity that intersects
your fingers and my figure
is enough to spin a whirlpool
seven miles wide
i rage at your taste for me
but i am cyclical, stuck
i am a fly on your calf
you do not even notice my thrashing
to feel you are ugly in the arms of a lover
to feel you are nothing in the clenches of another
frankly,
i think is quite common.
