It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I never usually (probably hardly ever) act like this with anyone and I want to understand it but it doesn’t really matter after all… I just need to want something else, do something else, occupy my mind with something else other than… you. It’s not your problem, it’s mine. … Continue reading трезан песник
I wanted to be seen with you, until you finally agreed to do it and now, I just want to be naked with you, at home all of the time instead. Interesting, I know. Not because I’d be embarrassed or you would be but because I don’t want to share you. I want you to … Continue reading Meat hooks
I stare at your mountain from the bottom and I’m scared You’ve started growing out of the bulbs of my hair I put my feet up in stone crevices and pull my body’s weight No innocents have been damaged during this cursed phase I’m too high up the hill now to survive a fall I wasn’t … Continue reading Pico Bolivar
Journey time takes between 150-300 days depending on the speed of the launch. To appreciate a man, start with food. Almightly Latex. Remove as much moss as you can. Tell him Te Amo. Pull the leg away from the body and then slice the skin. Sometimes its 46.5 million miles. To appreciate a man take … Continue reading Xenomorph Joy Gods
Translated by Emotion Originally Published the 2017th year of the Common Era Chapter 1: Understanding yourself and the man The lovesick one knows: The army of minions & the harlot’s whisper are necessary distractions; Calculate every pawn’s move to prevent him avoiding inevitable capture. Surround yourself w/many male suitors so that he is disoriented & … Continue reading Lovesick Sun Tzu’s Tweets
All twisted in knots not sure if I’m doomed Do I stand on top of or lie underneath you Do I treat you the way that I treat every other man Or do I twiddle my thumbs until you open your hand Do I find a replacement for the nights I am cold Or do I chastise … Continue reading Antigen
I feel it, lo siento… please forgive con permiso… my ungrateful glib… You are my shielding autumnal cage… and he is my equinox of canicular rage … I’m in longing; a cousin of love nights and days so short that they hug marks on the bridge of my nose from tight glasses I’m old enough to know that … Continue reading Never lie to Otoño
