men are violent
men are cruel
men love to fuck
anything that moves
this is what ive learned
i dont think i
belong in this world.
and i know its me
thats why this keeps
happening
like moths to a flame,
i attract them
Moths to a Flame
I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.
"I could not help thinking of the wonders of the brain that hears the music & of our skill sometimes to record it."
Marvelous piece of art but we are not all the same. I guess, I too do not belong in this world.
suicide pact besties?
mmmmmmmm
alas we’re sentenced to this realm, there are those that find, activity between one’s ears more erotic, inviting and fascinating, than the joining of souls at the pelvis, which is nice but can only be reserved to garnish the feast
This is certainly a swerve away from the previous moth poem
i wondered how you would feel about me bastardizing it
A little sad, but this is your truth, not mine.