what does an angel headed young man do
when he feels the invisible razor of shame cut thru?
grudge fuck a stranger . or two . thinking the whole time of you
revulsion spins in a visceral pool
remorse from my mouth like unspooling drool
in ecstasy my body writhes just a stranger's tool
the moment lacks rhythm and meaning but mine
is not to create perfect meters with rhyme
each line is jagged and I'm mindless of time
I want to hurt you . that's all that I want
yet be faithful knowing the whole while that I'm not
I love you . but don't want to . it hurts me . F*CK!!!
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