why does my brain
look at my chest
as say today itll be okay
but tomorrow youll regret having them
why cant i decide
he or she or them
and stick with it
because everyone will fucking get it
today ill wish that my hair be thick and short
my chest be flat
my legs be hair
and my hips be narrow
tomorrow ill want long locks
a proud chest
hairlessness
and an hourglass look
then there will be midnights
where ill want a calm even
not to much hip
and be neutral
sometimes i want what the guys have
testosterone and muscle
along with jawlines and beards
hairy chest and swim shorts
but in reality
i dont have that
and i dont even know if i will be okay
with having that forever
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The Night Talks • Vents
PoetryDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.
