Boogie Man
i was six when you
wrapped my fingers around your
dick. i still hate you.
Aftermaths
you're dead and i can't
fix it. who do i blame now
for my dysfunction?
Sidenotes
I would have named him
Jupiter for the distance
you placed between us
2xl
too much. just too much.
rolls of fat, tears, heart too big.
too much me to love.
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