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.