I told him,
I wanted to love him.
But instead
He heard,
I wanted to fuck him.
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The Color of Blood: a poetry book
PoetryHello, this is some poetry and short stories about the many struggles I've faced with self harm, depression, abuse, anxiety, and all those lovely hatreds.
Misunderstood
I told him,
I wanted to love him.
But instead
He heard,
I wanted to fuck him.