loved you like heaven i made angels weep
touched you so soft and kissed you so gently
your skin my altar and i blued my knees
pink blush red lipstick i dressed to please
in the arms of a woman you could not be a man
had to search for toys in schoolgirls instead
was seventeen really so brazen and bold
or could you simply not become the man you boast of
YOU ARE READING
HYSTERIA
Poesiaand i will ruin you for loving me. and you will love me for ruining you. an attempt to reclaim the madness that defines femininity
