Must give in
Give up
Good for nothing
Not even love
My mind
A favorite critic
You will be
The downfall
Of me]
You the poets
Me the little girl
The little girl
Walking and talking
Amongst giants
Five times my size
Five times more wise
Me?
I call myself a poet?
A poet?
Hah.
Laughter
Pain disguised as laughter
Tears befriending a happy guise
Bitterness
I tell such happy lies
Such happy thoughts
Happy?
Hah.
Never happy.
Blood bitten scars
From a time I
Could take no more
Red letters say:
WHORE!
Carved upon my chest:
WHORE!
Attention
WHORE!
If my cunt could talk
It would say:
FUCK.
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK!
But it cannot talk…
And I cannot write
And I will never…
NEVER see the light
Jealousy
Heresy
I’m embarrassing
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