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The problem with me not engulfing certain voids

over a great enough duration of time

is that any scrap becomes a hearty meal

and any stream 

even if from another's mountain

becomes the greatest tributary

an anti-heroic sanctuary 

for my villainous veins

and their propensity 

to bend the laws of chivalry

and ask for an explicit taste 

Talons through Charmin fucking Ultra Soft

Sigh

Ut oh

Those judgemental voices swirling tornadically

rip every shred of self-confidence away

I'm OK with why I am

and who I am

a secondary man

but did you want more? Or less?

When pain resides

I feel as though

in order for you to *consider* me

I gotta tap-dance

and lose my percentages

so they can *maybe* become our percentages

and if those odds of success don't satisfy my betting hand

I muck

I don't want to be the hero 

or the villain

is that even feasible?

I know I cannot run 

from my soul comprised of the freshest

tennis shoes

so I contemplate

palms fisted

and tight-lipped

alone repeating,

'You don't deserve her happiness

because you fall in love too goddamn easily

and you'll ruin her conventional trust'

Rightfully so that

more women should probably never trust a lone wolf

a sensible idea at worst

wise at best

but the vagabond can still feel the cold steel

of your bumper as you pleasure each other's lead feet

in his big, dumb truck

Fuck