Poetry Monday #18 – Selfish

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I want you broken, battered, and beat.

I want you on your back unable to stand.

Its more convenient for me.

It satisfies my needs.

My impulse to help.

My desire to please.

Is it selfish?


Everthing about this poem is selfish. It’s meaning. It’s orgin. Just writing these words are completely and totally selfish of me.  Don’t people say its ok to be selfish every now and then? Or am I making that shit up so I can feel like less of a dick for writing this poem? For even having these thoughts. Or maybe I’m saying out loud what everyone else is too afraid to admit. If that is the case – then you’re welcome.

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