a rose had grew
in a compost heap
mixed with water
and dew turned green
she’s feeling awkward
and she’s feeling like me
but I’m still
not clean
***If I had a different name
Or maybe just,
Had never been
I’m a coma
I’m pretend,
But you’re the
Make believe
That never ever ends
****I could rub you right
Like satin or,
Something
A lot less different
Than a vein under a belt
Never should’ve felt
Like the person
****I remind you of,
But we all end up with names
Of who we become
He’s not quite your man,
And I’m just your stash
Call it what you fancy,
And throw away the trash
And forget about me