#2002

I am forever trying to prove myself to you
offering blood and ink to earn your good graces
but still you sneer, not even bothering to call me ‘fool’, just
“you’re really stupid”
like I’m worth neither effort nor eloquence
and yet here I am, begging for your scraps
grateful for your disdainful gaze
and your cruel, cruel words

I’d let you cut me open with that bright knife of yours
if it was as close to your touch as I could get

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#2000

I
am
searching
searching
searching
in my dreaming
in my waking
every day every night seeking hunting l o n g i n g
for something
anything
the thing
that will cease this awful impulse
make me whole, let me rest
but I just keep
searching
searching
searching

#1992

Can asexuals feel love?
Fun fact: no, we can’t!
I’m just a monster with a barbaric heart.
In some states it’s legal to shoot me on sight;
in others you need a permit.
I’ve been waiting for someone to put me out of my misery.
It hasn’t happened yet, but still I hope.

#1989

beneath a flat gray ceiling, no sun no sky
I thinkĀ we live in a fucking parking garage
breathing in exhaust and someone else’s ash

keep your head down, write your shitty poetry
avoid the puddles and the bodies
eh, we’re all gonna die anyway

#1988

Oh arrogant angel with your disdainful eyes, your contemptuous lips,
you wear apathy like Armani on your slim hips, your fine wrists,
rich in the security of your superiority.
Your cruelty’s a tease, oh fickle moon with that sickle smile,
long limbs lax but your sharp tongue’s fast
and you go for the kill every time.