Poems from ayanalogy
Each sweater
dangles merrily in the closet,
without worries,
brushing sleeves.
Some days,
I become envious.
I separate the plastic...
Please, darling, tell mehow you want me to see,how you want me to fake,how you want this to be.
Does it pique your interestwhen my lipstick...
I must confessthat it is difficult to find the proper wordsto express how, exactly, I feel.I must confess that I dread explaining myselffor...
At night I live
a grimy life
of slander
and despair.
At night I do
my dirty deeds
with grins
and open arms.
At night I keep
inside my...