all i risk and give up just to make you feel okay
leaves a bad taste in my mouth
and i'm sick of things being this way
the only time you call me
is when you need something from me
and i eat that shit up
'cause at least you're looking my way
so much time needing to be loved by you
when all your love has done is ruin me
-10/13/2021
YOU ARE READING
from the wreckage of obsolescence
Romancelove, sex and vulnerability. chapter three of an ongoing collection of poetry by a bisexual woman.
