All the types of love // Poetry // Compilation #6

Colourful mess

this colourful mess

as i wave my flag

is just the helplessness

of when you'd call me fag

but this is anger

the red in your eyes says

in olden days you'd hang her

now you split ways

world revolves round sex

i avoid all of that

freaky reminders of my ex

preferred Maccie's with Kat

you need sex to survive

they shout 'til i shiver

like everyone's a hive

minding my own business