I write poetry voraciously

what do you do?

go to work. 
go to dance class. 

this isn't an attack.
it's an attachment. 

use men for ego.

I don’t think I have the strength to last.
I don’t think I have the length of life.

I’m only worried sick about dying.
And losing love.

I am sick of worrying about living.
And how long it will last.