when asked
the man or the bear
no hesitation is needed
the bear
the bear takes my body
for it is necessary
not for its own sick
twisted desire
the bear leaves me to rot
become one with the soil once again
not use my body
until i am no longer me

misty eyes staring back at mine
shes just like me
everything i hate
a true embodiment of pain
she shows me what's wrong with herself
i agree
she's hideous
disgusting girl
i reach out to hit her
yet i only feel the glass on my knuckles

i've started to believe love isn't real
for it is only a concept created
to distract from your self
the broken shell
fragments
you are left as
a gust of wind
sweeping away your senses
your soul
what is love?
two souls that once connected cannot be separated.

water turns to *****
playdates turn to parties
bodies turn to the enemy
selfies turn to nudes
sunscreen turns to makeup
sleepovers turn to sneaking out
love turns to lust
didn't we want to grow up?