You said you wanted flesh
You said you wanted to feel flesh
And now you say
you don't want mine
Now that I'm standing
Right in front of you
Naked
You say
"not your flesh".
Do I have too much of it?
Have too much for you to handle?
Are your mind and your hands
too small
to hold me
in your arms?
Am I just too damn big?
3/25/20
YOU ARE READING
How I Am
PoetryJust poems I write (and have written in the past) when I feel like it. None of the photos or art is mine Also kinda 16+
