.I’m not a love poem.
a box of tissue
on my bed,
vibrator
in hand,
batteries
fucked out
dead ~
thunder storms
inside
my cravers cave
weep
in cum-misery ~
no more late night
w/ Jay Leno
replaced by
narcissistic Friends,
’cause you called it quits,
I want to
slit my wrists,
lights out
at ten ~
in the morning,
anti~valium in my head,
decaf wine in one hand,
texting you w/ the other:
‘I never said I was a love poem’
hit send ~
it’s sunny outside
w/ rain
wilting roses.
BoySlut 
Hi Dev happy new year,
Up For the Weekend Her Friend After a Boy Friends Fight
It is you I love looking at the snow The plows up and down the road The sound we hear from our Near rooms soft cotton falls on cotton Angular snow falls in your direction A perfection Silently foot steps fall between each other I knew if you spent the Night we’ll meet in the hall Don’t tell me that shit About your boy friend and I’ll leave my soccer mom wife out of this Silently we are shy in the grey dawn Slowing away the night fighting the Day Without the dark night The soon grey orange we would never See the stars That we thought were there
Tom Hatch
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