poetry

I am Tired

I am tired. I’m tired of the puffy eyes and the burn of a wet pillow, tired of feeling what once was my warm body becoming cold & hollow. I’m tired of feeling any feeling ‘cause I end up feeling uninspired; I am tired. I’m tired of the inner voice that crucifies my confidence, the weight… Continue reading I am Tired

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Whip out your dick

Whip out your dick and I’ll draw my sword: Since you want to use your manhood as a weapon give me a chance to choose mine. If it’s a war you want, a war you’ll get But let me draw my sword and I’ll give you a war you won’t forget. You call yourself a… Continue reading Whip out your dick