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AFRAID OF GIRLS
In every Eve I see the rotten apple.
In every she I see the one before.
I hear a serpents tongue,
in a long winded goodbye,
to the rest of me
that never stood a chance.
Their fingerprints will not wash off of my skin.
Their voices will not dissipate in here.
Emotional violence,
it never seems withheld.
This damage to my chest provokes the fear.
In every Eve I see the rotten apple.
In every she I feel the one before.
Misogyny?
It's really not my thing.
Though can you blame me?
Affection,
It means nothing amongst these whores.
In every she I see the one before.
I hear a serpents tongue,
in a long winded goodbye,
to the rest of me
that never stood a chance.
Their fingerprints will not wash off of my skin.
Their voices will not dissipate in here.
Emotional violence,
it never seems withheld.
This damage to my chest provokes the fear.
In every Eve I see the rotten apple.
In every she I feel the one before.
Misogyny?
It's really not my thing.
Though can you blame me?
Affection,
It means nothing amongst these whores.
Published 28th Apr 2014
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3rd Jun 2014 11:03pm
Misogyny? Not really. But hurt and fear and loneliness. Heart-wrenching, Jaspersilence.
