MANSLUT
I’m just a slut,
who catches feelings.
I would cry tears,
but the dam is barren.
My wife refuses to touch me,
WHAT THE FUCK...
Does anybody want to fuck me?
Perhaps I should finalize the divorce.
I hear those six words,
I THINK WE SHOULD BE FRIENDS.
I have the sex appeal of a priest,
at least they choose celibacy.
My life doesn’t make sense,
my emotions betray me,
I want to feel anything,
even if it is corporeal.
I want to be a slut,
bury the ache into a stranger,
remove all emotional attachments,
escape into hedonism.
But I’m just slut,
who catches feelings.
I wrote this poem while separated from my wife while we try to figure out our divorce. While separated I explored online dating and try casual dating. While all the people I met, my previous relationship always got in the way of making any new connection with someone. This poem is me wanting to have a physical connection with someone and and trying navigate those emotions that I have been feeling.
