MISERABLE I look at myself, loser. What I feel when I think, loser. What can I do, nothing, loser. I can’t support myself, let alone my family, because I’m a loser.
By Ty Green3 years ago in Poets
FOREPLAY Snuggling from behind, spooning. Singing sweet nothings in her ear, crooning. Holding her tight in my arms, as I slowly start kissing on her neck, nibbling on her ear.
I’M SORRY/ SELF DOUBT I’m sorry for being such a disgrace, I’m sorry for you too, I’m sorry for changing from what I once was,
BEACH & SPACE Running my fingers through a brunette river, then to the blades of sand and across the shoulder of the dunes;
WHY GOD WHY?! Why did you have to take them from me? Why? And in the same season, why? I love them so much and hold them so dear to my heart, why?