Like an Apple-Georgia Park/Private Bad Thoughts

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

you have a brutal kiss.
I don’t want to see you again
I bought myself a mango
but forgot how
to eat those things
I tried to bite into it
like an apple.
I thought if I brought
it over
and asked you to teach me
and offered to share
id have a good enough reason
for you to be nice to me
but I don’t really want to
introduce a knife into it.

it seems like sort of
a delicate situation.
it seems like youre always
on the verge of something
dangerous.
you have a brutal kiss
I don’t want to see you again
you left a bruise on my lips.

I actually sort of just
wanted an apple,
to begin with. So, fellas,
I’m back on the market!

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Literary Collective

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