Valentine’s Day

Well E was fucking M

and J was fucking C

and maybe these are both lies

Nobody’s fucking me

Feel so gross around the edges

like why all these eskimo sisters

have to know my

goddamn name

I’m a fan of wet pussy

but hate it when it rains

I’m losing to little girls

at a grown woman’s game

and isn’t sexuality

a grown woman’s gain?

and scene girls

will never be

seen girls

said you put the

ex

in sex

I’ve been making the wrong choices

since I was old enough to choose

I’ve been looking for love in a bottle

and I’m not just talking booze

he said

“you’ll never be the you we need”

so I put it in this poem

I’m a wild horse

without a stable

I’m unstable

so I

roam

until death do us part

I'm glad we never said the words

cause I've been dying

I've been crying

so I put it down

in words