i do not need these pages
of someone else's love
that i crave to be mine.
i now have my own love story
and while the pages are burnt and bloody
the love is a mango of passion
dripping with syrup everyone else thinks is
disgusting.
we are disgusting beings
we are disgusting together
and once you peel off these disgusting
flesh shells
we are just dancing skeletons
the fruit of all the destinys.
-jb
