(little boy, don’t know
what to do with your life)
your father’s bedroom was
littered with girlfriends’
(cheap) lingerie, and you thought,
‘if only mine could be too’.
maybe someday,
admitting
will be your first step to recovery --

and i had begun to think that, possibly,
too much is too little,
and only words so sweet

(coming from candied lips,
and oh, we used to call them
whores)

are good enough for you.

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a/n: what to do, what to do.