Why is it that I always choose the unconvinced?
Why do I lust after men who hardly notice that I exist?
Why am I so hungry for love?
Why do I crave his love for breakfast?
His love is tainted,
poisoned
it doesn't taste good.
However I yearn for it,
thinking that I could somehow turn that pot of Ick
into a pot of something siiiiiickkkk.
Like honor
peace
wealth
strength and dignity.
I want a man
a man, who needn't be convinced
of all the magic.
That
I
Am.
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