I have to take off my bracelets to love you
but I keep my ring
to remind me of all the misunderstandings
in modern love and romance. First
one is the texting,
then the replies
then the emojis
the silence.
Then the waiting around
to be misunderstood while
waiting in grocery lines
and examining faces
lines, reactions.
Smiling at strangers
in real life, on the internet,
in the cafe line.
I am sick of it all.
I would rather lie
down and masturbate.
I want to be sad
over all the times
you never made love to me.
This hole in my heart
is what keeps me going.
I need it
to write.
I love my randomness
and your demands.
I live for the music
the dream
the petals.
No one can control me either,
trust me,
but I always come back
I never leave
I’m not the type
to…
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