I write dumb essays, poems, and stories. I post them here.

Wednesday

The Dangling Hearts are Easily Plucked

A man like me will wear you out 
I'll be inside your head 
or worse your heart
and play those strings
don't let me in your bed
to feel the things I like to feel
hear the things I like to say
mine’s soft too and just as red
if you feel it beating
run away. 


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