Dig

Soft skin and dead hair

And these tired eyes

And I want to fuck to myself

And I want to eat my self

Broad back and bad tits, yes I know my kind

Raw mouth, worn out, I've never felt so alive

You've realized that I'll let you hurt me

And now you want to do it all of the time

No bruise is permanent, neither am I

But you're welcome to try and try

In the most ecstatic of senses

I have embraced my suffering

Twenty six years of false pretenses

Again, pretending to care about men

I am loved insofar as I cherish this pain

You should shut your mouth

Because language means nothing

When every set of fingers leaves a different dig on my hips

Too big, on my back, it's too big

When I get you alone I'll point out all of my problems

Then I'll lay still while you try and resolve them

And you can read the story of my last six weeks

In little black bruises and marks from boy's teeth

And that shit hurts- but if I'm anything less than perfection

Well shit

Nobody told me