August 17th, 2024
I feel unlovable
Like all that I give
Is all I’ll experience
From love
There’s no reciprocation
I’m just not the one
For you, and you
And you, and you
Endlessly
I can’t keep pouring out
My love
While others only give their doubts
Expectations expressed
My needs always unmet
The bare minimum will always be too much
Because I seek out people incapable of love
August 17th, 2024
A safety net
A rebound set
I’m not a backup plan
But I almost fell for it
May 22nd, 2024
I’ve let people close enough
To count the piercings in my ears
Find the scars on my body
But none of it was real
I’m tired of letting someone in proximity
To see the bioluminescence in my eyes
Then they watch it fade out
When another part of me dies
I know I’m the prize
But they can’t commit
They got their chance
And I watched them blow it
Doll Poetry 