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My Crohn’s Is not scared Of your Corona I fight disease daily Strangle my lungs It will give my guts a break Keep your distance Even more than before Another reason to isolate

A tulip looks completely different When it’s petals are pried open Like any woman when her two lips Are forcefully parted We change Become more enchanting When too, lips that have been silent Now refuse to stay quiet

Overdrafts and fraudulent charges Dull razors And bad internet connections Broken box springs Ingrown toenails and paper cuts The heel of a loaf of bread To make a burnt grilled cheese Black ankle socks with white shoes These are things I’d rather have and do Than spend another thought on you

I don’t play monopoly The game takes too long I’m not too good with real estate I get the rent all wrong Scrabble is another game You won’t want to play with me My wordplay is unbelievable You can’t match my lettering Twister could be fun Maybe once or twice Until I hit you in the groin Accidentally out of spite Your game is see through Faux fuck boy But your colors are dirty You can’t handle the good toys Dick is a nickel a hundred Just like a pretty face A cold hardened spirit Is hardly worth the chase My favorite game Will always consist of me Playing my own mind Before the next tragedy

Messy bitch Doesn’t need attention Or you Messy bitch With thoughts so clear They are see through Not your therapist Not your sex doll Not your lunch break Not your last call Not your dream Not your high Not your mother Not your wife Messy bitch Doesn’t need attention Or you Messy bitch With thoughts so clear They are see through Her hands dirty with kids Her karma a messy blender Her body falling apart Her health must surrender The only thing that’s clean Is vitriol mixed with remorse Her mess is her own No time to clean up yours Messy bitch Doesn’t need attention Or you Messy bitch With thoughts so clear They are see through

I can not be the heroine Your saving grace But I can be the heroin That leaves you flat on your face Love is what is given Not something you get When bullshit’s always forgiven You just become someone’s pet If the moon fell from the heavens I’d let it fall on your head Feed you to the heathens Below the crater instead

The bleeding heart on my sleeve Takes issue With the sharp chip on my shoulder There isn’t enough space To wear both at once So I tuck tight Whichever one gets in the way At any given moment What you ask of me Is what you will receive My love or my disdain No in between My heart can beat so loud Nothing else will be heard But the chip will choke you Without saying a word

Many Manly Muses Make My Mind Maniacal Reveal Random Relentless Rage Release Reverse Revenge Prevent Past Peace Purely Painful Personal Passion Severely Sabotages Serenity Seeds Suffocates Sexual Situations Wasting Wily Wicked Woman Watch While Witchy Dreams Devour Delight Delicious Dark Deviant Dudes Lovely Lusty Ladies Love Long Lives Lonely Effort Eventually Evades Everyone Erupts Early Exits