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feel good genocide
by Lauren Singeryou, as in you,
the universally chosen men in my life,
have me,
the hesitant lover,
somewhat intimidated.
i would like to think the most of you,
to cradle your head against my lap
after we make love.
to brush the hair from your brow
and plant baby caresses all over your forehead.
to tell you that you make me
so happy.
but, i cannot be that me.
and you have made me into this other,
abjected figure on a pedestal of sex
that simultaneously demeans.
once the willful lover
has become the vulnerability,
the guilty factor--
it's all over.
they leave you if you love them,
it's the only thing i've learned.
so i stay away to self-preserve,
deny the ones i long to touch me,
and close up to all of you
because you'll only ever want to fuck me. 01/12/2008 Posted on 01/12/2008
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/14/08 at 10:25 PM Nah, I get this too. It's like, if you show your soft underbelly, it scares them half to death, and so you show the you that allows them to stay. I'm doing it now. But my question is....why? What am I so afraid of if he leaves? And why am I willing to sacrafice my self respect for the sake of living without someone else? Not that I'm such a beautiful lover. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/11/08 at 03:19 PM it's true. they leave you as soon as you love them. and how can i make myself not love someone? |
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