I am not born to be a second choice
For I was born to be the best choice.

I am not raised to be an option,
I am raised to be the priority

That I should hold tight
to these rampant thoughts
and frivolous and disconcerting
emotions.
That I should strangle them out,
extinguish their life completely,
leave them withered and drawn up,
tucked away in some far corner
of my mind.
That I should provide a steadfast
and assuring bedrock from which
to build a long and happy life
and to lay upon the dusty
traps of years past.
That I should be the place
you can lay to rest your head
and your fears and loneliness.
That I would put them to bed
with my own of which we seldom speak,
and kiss the harshness
from your lips each night.
That I should protect you in spirit
and in arms and in mind
such that you may blossom wild and free.
That I should cherish you in your
pure, unyielding and driven spirit.
That I should love you,
wholly, without reservations,
without conditions,
for everything you are.

Begin with
something
broken—

a bone,
a heart,
a home—

collect
the pieces
carefully

and work
them over

over time

tumble and polish
tumble and polish

make the pain shine.

“Hot ****** on Fire” : I'm hot, a hot ****** on fire : Call the fire department : Quench my ****** flames with your hose : Fire, fire, fire, I'm a hot ****** baby, a hot ****** on fire : Ooooo, you'll feel the burn as you yearn for my hot ****** love : Hot! Hot! Hot! Feel the heat on my hotness : Ooooo, hot ****** love, oh yeah!!!

“Super Hot ****** on Fire” : My super-heated hotness is from fire, the fire of my virginity! : Experience the heat! : ******! ******! ******! : The summer was a ******... Put out my ****** fire lover! : Do something! Don't hover! : I won't have hot ****** love forever 'cause I'm a super-hot ****** on fire!!! Oh no!!!

(why buy the cow
when you can get the milk
for free)

only works as a
metaphor

if you believe
yourself a commodity.

some people
are just
not very smart.

i'm talking adults.

they just don't have the
it, the
thing
that all the smarties
seem to have.
but they do seem
to talk a good game.

a key component is missing.
things don't add up.

and it's a
strange thing to witness,
to come to terms with,
to accept.

but let me tell you
the strangest thing
the most maddening of things:

observing other people
who you otherwise know
as smart people
fall prey
to one of the dummies.
the liars.
the snakes in the grass.

observing you
in this state of
sickness
and dementia
and delusion
is unreal.

you don't seem to be aware
that you are sick at all.

and in watching the
contortions you will make
for this fraud,
i see that stance
you have taken
on me.