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I am a cliché.

Some-what messed up

And directionless girl.

In love with a man

Who’s magnetism is his control.



These days, I bore of stories and songs.

Poets that write of how they long

For a lover who does them

Nothing but wrong.



It is all too familiar

And un-queer to me.



There is no use in reprioritising.

Dissecting, nor analysing.

I look him in the eye and say to him

‘’I am your rib’’

He doesn’t get it.



Why should I expect anymore.

Than to fall for the same complexes

As before.

Bury my head and heart in the sand.

I could live forever

And never understand.



’ I am speaking with a 5 year old ‘’.

So my lover, says of me.

‘’Yes you are - yourself’’

I say.

And then I turn and leave.