poetry is shitty.
damon 576.
i have calculated that it must be your occupation
to call once a month and turn me into the weakest kind of woman.
+you seem to know when my days are tasty+
cleanse the pallet darling, a few quick words about
a leather boot in the trunk of my car, and i am
whimpering woman; vulnerable.
i keep my heart between my thighs, the space that kept you
most comfortable.
damon, your messages keep my poetry low,
the worst kind of poetry.
whining like a tea kettle for attention
and i hate tea.
for christmas i am asking for forgiveness
and not this box of regret i am constantly pushing under the bed.
perhaps you can see me constantly weaker than i was
supposed to be. and maybe you keep that fact
in your jacket pocket to remind yourself
that you had a hand in my misery.
caitlin
i have calculated that it must be your occupation
to call once a month and turn me into the weakest kind of woman.
+you seem to know when my days are tasty+
cleanse the pallet darling, a few quick words about
a leather boot in the trunk of my car, and i am
whimpering woman; vulnerable.
i keep my heart between my thighs, the space that kept you
most comfortable.
damon, your messages keep my poetry low,
the worst kind of poetry.
whining like a tea kettle for attention
and i hate tea.
for christmas i am asking for forgiveness
and not this box of regret i am constantly pushing under the bed.
perhaps you can see me constantly weaker than i was
supposed to be. and maybe you keep that fact
in your jacket pocket to remind yourself
that you had a hand in my misery.
caitlin