Your stride is for a woman, but your lies are for a girl You’re a collection of others, trying to make up a whole The collage is so pretty, but the glue won’t stick. Daddy didn’t shout But Mommy would silent scream You never had a chance little girl, to be anyone So now you’re everyone My little pretender You survey your snake hips but the number is too high, Wrapping the tape tighter and tighter There’s a feast on … Continue reading “Little Pretender”
I am not a priority
I am not a priority I am fantasy a sidenote a preconception I am not important enough I am fun malleable a confidante an ally I am whatever, whenever I am fondness escape I am impressionable on the sofa I am not real I am sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll a hotel room by the hour I am manageable avoidable I am an … I am not candlelight or declarations I am a curiosity not pursued I am found … Continue reading “I am not a priority”
Whisky whore
Let me…
Let me…
Little Pretender
You’re a collection of others,
trying to make up a whole
The collage is so pretty,
but the glue won’t stick.
You’re a collection of others,
trying to make up a whole
The collage is so pretty,
but the glue won’t stick.