i wanted to try my hand at writing
acrostics once again.
moving along, i’ve heard that
no one wants to read my head.
only you can whisper in my ear
the secrets that i know. i never even
almost let you hear the secret code.
lies, them all! i lied to you, the
redness in your face was such an
ign’rant, immature, and underpaid disgrace. pray
god, my lord please
help my soul. an after-hours fuck, my fleeting
time was so well spent, and now you’re out of luck.