i am worthy. i am worthy of flowers
book dedications
love from a man (read: not a boy)
(her obnoxiousness is
born from her whistler-fed
uncertainty that she will ever
be loved
be known
by anyone
... again)
i will wait for you, unknown arms
and a voice, ready to make
words of warmth, peaceful breaths
certainty in the face of the world.
i am worthy,
and i am worth more by far
than all that this temporary place
can offer me, in the way of love
(certainly lust is here, but why bother
to make an aquaintance who is
lost to a hungover morning after?)
i am worthy, motherfuckers
i am worthy of flowers.
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