FLIPPING BLA BLA LOVE THE REJECTS

1. cute to be stoned and still alive / bones crushing from within, and growing back because of outside references / i would love to belong there / in both / the creator and the created / maybe then there would be no fear / no humiliation, or forced upon gangbang monologues / i try to be there, but it is so fucking expensive / my creation is better left to you / you can hold love better than anyone i know / you can make love feel like betterment, not change / your bones are so real, and unafraid / they have never cowered and winced before nakedness / or conquered less than their sustenance / you come from hero material, not forged in the playgrounds of some flipped paradise / the burgers of hell, and all things hellish / the bus stops of our lives: your lust ran through it / mine was born and ended there, unfulfilled, disjointed, before moving to a better place / left me hanging, as it goes / can i call you? / can i find your name scratched among the names of my victors ? / your bones, the granite i speak to, can it answer? / will it? / are you who i think you are? / and have we already left together, in happiness / as it would be spoken? /