Heart lurch

Sometimes I feel like an aged whore

Haggard

Men only want me for a shag

Stopgap

Nice bed.I’ll nail it later.

Like nothing happened merely past the bedhead look

 

My features won’t betray the truth I wear on my sleeve.

Discontent

Scorn

Repulsion

And other adversities

 

Is my sexuality all I have to offer?

Give it some clout

No need to rinse or buffer.

 

Mantras ‘you’re good enough

Don’t manifest a reality I wish to create

 

Rage & anger

Stupidity & tears

 

Self-hatred has become an overdue break up with that same old date.

Habitually

This is my mind speaking

My heart sighs

Then pleas

To one day be a freeborn

Wings spread airborne

Follow the winds

Nature’s heartbeat

Repaired again

Not broken nor torn

Glued back together

Reckless risk-taker let no arrow

Poison dipped

Enter my chambers

Rose-tinted glasses make dead flowers appear good.

Posted on 2019-07-07, in POETRY-FREESTYLE/IN YER FACE/EXPERIMENTAL and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. “There is no god, but don’t tell that to my servant, lest he murders me at night.”

    Quotes from a book…
    I am sorry for what you feel.. but there is no one other than the self to console you…hope you will feel better soon daisy

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  2. So much hurt and pain. Emotional piece.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. very good. heartbreaking and thought-provoking.

    Liked by 1 person

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