online dating


2/4/19 1209AM


i feel we could gel

on music and feelings alone

they say

as i lose space in my brain

for trivial knowledge

and guilt

you seem different from

other men i’ve met on here

and i need something different


i say what it is

i’m just lonely

and prophetic

and baby, you could be so mean to me

and i’d probably like it


and my mind wraps itself tightly

readies the gurney

calls for donations of blood

and constricts until


i get a little buzz

and never hear from them again

  • Author: Big Swifty (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 4th, 2019 00:15
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 11


  • dusk arising

    Strange what the web can bring out in folk.

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