Literary Demands

I have a question,

If I asked you to love me, would you?

Why did you punish me for what she did?

Do you know that your silence is my destruction?

I have a question.

Do I deserve your love as much as your hate?

Where did you learn to love me?

Is it me you love or my reflection?

I have a question.

What did you discover from fucking me?

How did you manage to change my life?

Where did you go?

I have a question.

Can answer my question?

Miss Parisia B.

Photo by Ahmad Kadhim on Unsplash

3 Comments

  1. Dear Parisia, I’m a client of your Mom’s. I’ve seen you a few times in the shop and I’ve always admired your family. This Dear Mr. Man blog brought me to tears. Keep writing. You are Sooooo talented. Thanks for sharing.

    Sent from my iPhone Leige Doffoney

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