Myosotis

He buys you stuff,

Treats you like s**t

Guess he’s got a dick -

That’s one thing I don’t have.

Not that I can’t make you come

In less than two minutes five times

with my mouth,

and I got magic fingers and stroke-game

with strap-ons of any size.

Tell me,

It’s really not about dick?

You miss “male energy”

That’s one thing I don’t have,

I don’t finish that quick.

Tell me,

Does he know what your favorite color is?

favorite food, music artist?

That you like amusement parks?

At four years old at Disneyland

does he know why you were being sad?

Tell me.

Not claiming to know you -

you told me, I told you

one conversation,

grand revelations.

Sharing is caring

What colors you're wearing?

I'm rainbows, you're Scorpion grasses.

No, I'm not transparent -

you just forgot to wear your glasses.

What a funny disparity,

I'm a "girl" in this parallel twisted reality.

I just wanted you, just for a little

enough to lose interest. Find

someone else in the middle,

move on.

Then you have all

male energy you want.

Lauryn Hill, sushi, blue.

Guess the Universe likes you too

much, keeping you

safe from someone

who never learned how

to let go of a fantasy

and to f*****g love.

That’s one thing I don’t have.

 

 - to Ch.E.

Reviews

[Chris Lewis Gibson]

I love the whole thing because I hardly ever see 1. frank lesbian poetry or 1. queer poetry that is honest about being angry for someone not giving them the CHANCE. I really did love at the same time it made me cringe. I won't rate it though. That almost cheapens it.

[Anonymous]

Thank you for your honest opinion! I appreciate it.

[man-in-coat]

when i was reading this ,it was almost like i was watching it play out ,i could've sworn i saw in real life ,and maybe i did and just couldnt see it until now .i love the part where you say "keeping safe from someone who never let go of fantasy"it hit me hard thank you.

Man in the Cloak

[Anonymous]

Thank you I appreciate the read and your reflections.