Bullshit

Long lost love,

flushed down the drain,

All the men I could have kissed...

But writing for the sake of writing

is bullshit.

I want to feel something.

I want a crazy stalker,

passion,

and lust.

I want you to hike up my skirt

and lick off the dust.

I want to dance in the desert

and be naked with no shame.

I want to be remembered...

someone's girl,

someone's flame.

Give me air,

let me breathe.

And I'm trying to hard

to make this a poem

when the truth is,

I'm sad.

I feel dull and alone.

Undesirable down to the core.

I need a reason to shine

but of course it's dark

inside a heart

you need to open your eyes

to see.

 

written now