a small rendezvous filled empty with important men of some kind
existing is just finding a coping mechanism, a solution to prevention.
love to be recognised, destroyed to be reconstructed, insides reconnected.
spill your guts, or sit there, it doesn't really matter, he doesn't really care.
i won't listen to the people who care about me most, i'll find a lover who never understood what i did to cope.
YOU ARE READING
lover illusion
Poetrywhatever you want, please take it. may my own desires be thrown away, take my heart, soul, and body with intention. take it all.
