Bitches

When no one is watching my mind roles back to her.

Round breasts, no fat to pinch into her high wasted jeans, and wide hazel eyes to give Mila Kunis a run for her money

She makes it look easy
She jokes, makes him laugh in a more genuine way than I
He thinks about how desperately he merely dreams of fucking her

Unlike the mutt, she says something that won't make him laugh solely based on the cuteness of her attempt
He thinks about how cute, easy, it would be to fuck one that feels unqualified


I am a dog to my master
Chasing my tail in circles of confusion although myself I cannot change.

But "That's just how she is. It's just joking."

Paper

I float around the room like paper

A soft, warn, flimsy piece

That no one no longer has use for

Recycle me when you feel it is convenient

I'll be here waiting

It seems as if the longer I wait

The more I am thinning to

the artists who helped mold my existence

However for them I am thankful.

Friends, family, lovers.

I am nervous I will thin

Until I disappear

At least then my heartbreak will escape me

And all I will have left is a crappy poem