she says no no no you don’t trust them
but you can go to clubs
and bend over and take it
from four or five and never trust a one
not to yuck a yum
but whatever
torsion exists in my root chakra
is certainly bespoke and
fuck if i don’t have to half
love someone for it to kick in
so the dissatisfaction has the one
syllable more more more
how to put this delicately
i want the person i’m fucking
to take over assessment and distribution
of the punishment and praise
i so richly deserve
i want to be told a story
about cosmic timeless destiny
and if i don’t believe it i’ll sink
o ye of little faith
but in lieu of anything to
call itself love
call it self-love
and what a weight to lift alone
say the right word in the right tone
and you take a few kilos
without even trying
see also: the apostles
who tried to walk the lake
they knew
the hardest part is in you
the belief bit remains unaffected
by how your face looks
when you come again
i could give you chapter/verse on why
but you’d say whoa girl that’s heavy
and nobody gets to fucking call me girl
unless they fucking mean it
but there’s a happy ending i swear
at least for now
i fucking mean it
mattress dungeon 