Thoughtful places.

*(when I wrote this it honestly didn't come from a bitter place. just a thoughtful place.)*

the men, they like to jab me with their lonliness
jabbing, in-out, in-out
and they like to do so with intensity of the precursor to love
they like to instill their energies within me
as I collect in neat stacks
the long, hard rides they've had
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*(a moment of reflective narcissism is always healthy)*

I have been named Darkness, as a term of endearment.
I have been said to be an itch that one cannot scratch.
I go to extremes in no direction,
but do so quite intensely.
I long to vomit poisons from stranger's candies, but know that I never will.
I have obsessions and urges of a feral nature.
And I like it.
I'm a fucking good woman, and a woman good at fucking.
I glow from a place you haven't explored yet, but have always longed to do so.
And you'll let me through your forcefield with ease
because you know these things already.
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*thoughts for a military man*

He arrived home
dead
with a still beating heart
He woke up
still asleep
though with sleepless eyes
the child is absent from
where this man now stands
though fragile still in his repressed memories
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-Malia, the poet?? :)