fuckballs

i am worth no more or less than any man.

i am greed, lust, guilt, and everything i hate.

i am boredom and frustration.

i am the lackluster orgasm of a tired wife.

i'll fake it for a while longer,

and hope for the worst every day.

i'm struggling for breath i don't want

because my body tells me otherwise.

 

because when it rains

it f*****g pours.