GODDESS WHORE

kali

 

 

i can’t wait to get drunk again

and write about my pathetically

sad gut wrenching lack of love life

when i had nothing else to give

i gave it all away…like a whore….

i guess i was expecting love in return…

they must have thought there was

an endless supply…they must have thought

i was some kind of goddess whore…

funny….but my love never died…

even when you tried to bury it…

i hope this heart made of blood clots

and broken arrows will someday

flow again

so i don’t wind up here roaming

around….like a pathetic sad ghost

writing sad pathetic poetry…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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