emotional vomit. poetry?

it's a dead blog, so fuck it.

i'm going to write some things that i normally would have the better sense not to write—if there were any chance that anyone i know would be reading this.

so here we go.

he is who
you want
to fuck

he he
him? he he him he him
him. him.
HIM.

december fucking 15th.
that's when i should have said.
down low too slow.

HIM.

he's a great guy.
whatever.

it's not fucking ABOUT HIM.
it's fucking.
fucking...
fucking right fucking now.

fuck me.
FUCK ME.

it's just,
i was hoping maybe
you'd want to fuck me.

i'm here.
i'll be here.
i'm yours to fuck.

you like who you like
you want who you want
who am i to question that?

if it's ever me
you can have every inch
you can have every drop
you can have everything
if it's ever me

if it's ever me