What would I even say to you right now?
Probably,
fuck you.
That’d feel good.
The middle finger has a sudden urge to become erect.
It'd pair perfectly with the words.
That’d feel good too,
but I’ll probably just walk away.
Probably.
So many times
I hoped that you would walk in,
and now that you are here
I just want to say,
Fuck You.
I remember
when I made a new Hinge account,
just to tell you that.
I thought that I’d grown since then.
Guess not.
-C.H.
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
