i do not know
if you still come here and read me.
it does not matter
i still write for you,
for us, for me.
i read
if a writer falls in love with you, you will be immortal
and you are.
i use a god’s name for you
only because i cannot use yours
and it is not the name of a nice god.
no, you are called for the king of the dead
a kidnapper, a rapist.
no, you will not be entombed by my words
as a god
even if
that makes me a goddess.
you will be only an ordinary man.
will you be
a man in my arms
or the man who breaks me?

I haven’t posted a poem in a while. I think this is maybe about a year old. Who knows how that story ends. I sure don’t.


About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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