Any Port Will Do
by Aaron Blair
In a world full of skinny, pretty easy girls,
I'm fat, complicated, neurotic. My face is crooked.
I bite my nails until they won't scratch your back
no matter how hard you fuck me, but I lie, anyway,
when I'm trying uselessly to turn you on,
to force you to think of me as sexy,
as though you ever could, when you're not feeling desperate,
when any port will do in a storm, even mine.
You used to tell me that I was beautiful, but I never believed you.
You used to tell me that you loved me, but you never believed you, either.
You were just waiting for a girl I hoped would never find you,
even though I knew she would, because she always did.
Posted on 12/22/2015
Copyright © 2023 Aaron Blair
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 12/22/15 at 12:54 PM|
What a world we live in.
I'm sorry you've been put through that. ~JPP
|Posted by George Hoerner on 07/30/18 at 10:02 PM|
Too many men are only interested in their own pleasure. And oh so many didn't get past the year 4 of emotional development.