I don’t know what it feels like to die,
But that night I felt life.
Like a dull butter knife going into unmarked territory,
But you found it.
Took your pen and ink and wrote your story.
Built a bridge and came then went ‘till time felt bent,
And in that moment you embodied bliss.

With an inconsiderate kiss,
I was left there.
As if my emotions didn’t matter.
As if I am not Alice but The Mad Hatter,
In a fantasy land amongst a real man.

To me you are the start of my self mutilation.
Blinded by mutual masturbation.
But to this boy disguised as a man,
I am nothing more than a one night stand.

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