The Land of Wrath and Chaos: mappish: your mouth tasted like pollen your words stung me it wasn’t...
your mouth tasted
like pollen
your words stung me
it wasn’t your fault
i realize that, now.
i am to blame
we are honey
i guess
honey never goes bad
but we did
so we must’ve been that
30% sugar crap
they pass off as honey,
that thing that
oozes from
a bear-shaped…
if you dont give me attention and tell me you love me i will wilt and die
like a tamagotchi
AND BY THAT I MEAN JUST LET ME LOVE YOU, PLEASE!!
I’d love to lick Daddy’s boots.
it’s really simple though
if what makes you angry is marginalized people calling out oppression
and not the oppression itself
your priorities couldn’t be any clearer
