if you could just dare
to fuck the art in me.
the kind of sex
that would put
us both on fire.
the part where you
never leave in
the morning. i
disappoint you
all the time,
with my past,
my present,
my unstable future.
if you could just dare
to love me,
none of it would even matter.
(this will be in my poetry book in a section with no titles)
georgeforfun 