Sometimes i feel you
what do you tell them?
I just failed to accept that reality strips you to the bone
Does me finding the courage to trust myself
Really push you away?
“Saint Sebastian, I have many things to confess.”
“closing her eyes as their lips meet / she can taste her desperation / desperate to forget the boys who came before”.
He takes to work / His little, red lunchbox.
My sexuality is not a university research paper, requiring citations in Chicago Style format
“Every time a man cums in me / He leaves a part of his soul.”
“To know one such as I know you / To love in knowing, as I love / The passages of your soul …”