Intent of Distribution

dear mr. laurens,

what else is there left to say to you?

think carefully of the words i said. i pray to the g-ds that you feel some type of dread for letting me bleed out in your bed. take a deeper look between the lines. my being is more than what’s between my thighs. look at the way i struggled to breathe in your presence. oh, how i fear that psychopathic mind you never let me get in. and the way you smiled broke me down from inside out. it was never my intention to make you feel like i needed you, i don’t, and i say that without a doubt.

i grew tired of the cigarette stench when you barked and the marks you left on my mind that i considered your art. i need to apologize to myself for being gullible from the start. i’m sorry i fell to defeat and that once again i let you fall apart.

may this be the last poem dedicated to you, the criminal who stole my heart.

Model: Brandon Ramierz

Photo by: "Saffron"

xo,

saffron