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Emma Jan 2016
A man is not a blood bank
A place to **** out
The pieces of self esteem
You could not get from ourselves

A boy is not a mirror
One to tell you
Who you are
Or the price of your beauty

A man is not an escape
From reality
A call away from danger
He is not a rescue button

A boy is not a measuring tape
To see the heights of our potential
He will look at you with cold eyes
That will throw the balance off

A man is not a blood bank
A rescue
An escape
A man is a companion
An equal
A friend

So stop looking for blood
In brittle skeletons
You don't complete me.
Micheal Wolf Oct 2018
Never trust a Tory
Every one of thems a ****!
Feeding from the working classes
Like vampires at a bloodbank.

Never trust a Tory
They're all the bleeding same
Theiving from the poorest
To fund their second homes.

Never trust a Tory
They steal from everyone
Theft by tax evasion
Self assessed to earn **** all

Never tust a Tory
I dated one once you know
I was her bit of rough
To make her feel benevolent
I showered for a month
Jimmi May 2020
let me be the
fine silky edge,
the little scratch
of softly,
the girl
running through
your poppies
Let me be the way
you even keep your
sadness in a happy place.
let me be
double knot
in a delicate thread.
let me be,
the silence
when everything else
is just that painting of a scream.
let me be your scream
when you need to just say something
let me be the lipstick
that wont come off you.
Let me be a your hand full of straps
the tear in your picture,
let me be the shock
that makes the wires catch fire.
let me be the spark plug
the push when it wont start
the wave that comes back when it wants to
let me be your girl after girl after girl.
Let me be that Bit of other that you like
Let me be your scissors
Let me be your water fight
let me be your revenge, your bony shoulder,
your wet mess.
Let me be your fish stick
your tatoo on the skin you keep a secret.
your mummy.
let me be your bloodbank.
let me be your wet nurse, **** collection.
dinner lady.
let me be your tears for no reason,
let me be the burnt sugar.
let me slip into a language that's more comfortable.
a torn dress, a whole sleeve, a childhood grieveheart.
I'm a complicated mess.
wine and milk,
and hurftful kisses.
a bag of damaged goods.
and drug addictions,
Kicked rocks
let me be your loving heart.
Let me be myself again.
Let me be the one you don’t **** up
This time.

but please
just don't ever call me pretty.

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