i dream of men just like you
everything about you encased
in your body,
even your face,
mind,
soul
I'm full of shame
i'd do anything
... for someone else,
just like you
someone else
Because you dont want me
the same in everyway
except he'd relish me
you never did
was it my fault?
would i hide away
if a good man hit me straight in the face?
was it your fault?
would you still pretend you didnt care even if i clenched your shirt in a fist
and went in for a desperate kiss?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem