
Poetry



The Hunter
A scar remains
where I freed myself from you.
While you hunted for my heart
I hid in the woods of my soul.
I just wanted to feel
and maybe get felt up
I just wanted something new
a man that gives a fuck.
You’re a master
of meaning. Sharp
as a knife
your words carve
up our tender
union.
A scar remains
where I freed myself from you.
While you hunted for my heart
I hid in the woods of my soul.