so tired of patching bullet holes

in my expectations

not so great

quite basic

why would anyone want to draw

another breath if all

they're doing is waiting

for someone else to tell them

what comes next

i've been called a catalyst

alright

could be called much worse

at fifteen a man told me he would have

bought me flowers but

the moonie was stationed

on an opposing corner

this same man beat me

on a regular basis

always getting me in trouble

that smart mouth of mine

silenced only with a stiff cock

i cried so hard when the door shut behind you

i knew our time had turned upon a point

i won't cry for long

can't afford the luxury

if the realization would come

that i don't need to be

loved

or even liked