I am

Embittered by

My failures

Bewildered by

My circumstance

I know

I can move forward

I know

I can be greater

I am


I am

Better than

This dollar store whore. 



 I do not wish to speak with anyone

The way I do with you

I do not wish to share myself

With anyone else

This much I know to be true. 



 I desire a hole

In which to dump

My seed

I want your hungry mouth

To beg

Eyes tearing

Makeup smeared

I want to hear you