the wrong one

after all this time after everything or because of everything i just can’t believe i am the kind of person who deserves to be loved whenever i see someone i would like to call my own i worry they will find their true love before i can convince them to love me i worry they…

succubus

i’m so tired of these feelings of desperation these terrible needs for connection what is real? what is longing? & what is just a big chasm something intrinsically wrong with me? a hole in me a black succubus of love any warm body will do.   © quixotic mama 2018 for more of my art…