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What does it look like
this time to love
of course I want the best for us both
but who could know it
the best is a flaw in every design
it surrounds intentions
and stitches itself thoroughly into
every color lit up
over the misogynist’s quilt;
looking like a mere misanthrope with no home..

I have to be sweet now
turn over every mans stable-switch
stand up to my age…
outweigh the anxious pain
burning from my pit, catching the tonsils
and smoking black my tongue..
so now when I try to speak
the same perfect words;
out comes the charred remains of some misanthrope
looking like there was good intent
masking the misogynist in me… but

with the light of intent faded
I swear what remains is a genuinely angry
lover. Jealously in love. stitched
to every breath someone else might be seeing
not knowing the sight
is a young heart searching
and dear God I hope she finds me…