comparable to
the Illiad, your constant
affection was the
root cause of my destruction
and my tormented esteem
the female bubble
isn’t just the one that comes
with chewing gumballs
it is a social construct
that tells girls not to hate girls
because of you I
feel lost in my envious gaze
there is nothing like
begging for sleep just to be
free from my depressed tirade
pour bourbon down my
throat like a tourist would to
a body he does not
have the key to, nor does he
have a map to help him land
Originally published by Misery Tourism
Courtenay's Corner 