Pretty Boys Are Poisonous: Poems

by Megan Fox

My problem is that I deeply identify my feelings and have multitudinous ways of articulating them, but I am not able to express them because when I do it has made the men who have loved me feel intimidated, inadequate, and insecure.

violent boy, full of rage and insecurities. your hands are so beautiful and strong. you use them to hurt me now. delicate bruises splayed across my jaw i wonder what you are thinking while i cry and beg you to stop

let her beg let her cry let her wither he’s happy being sad so it doesn’t matter anyway

my chest aches but i can never excise the hurt because you are the hurt

how many times have you watched me die and still you don’t realize that you are the reaper

your love leaves bloodstains on my bedsheets

and to the girl who gave me her entire life for nothing in return i leave my violence and my resentment may she suffocate under the weight of all of my unhealed childhood trauma • the last will and testament of a selfish prick

you are not real you are only a projection of qualities that you think others will find interesting

it’s time to defeat you by rescuing myself

my soul is full of holes from your acid-soaked love

they say she dwells in the cities of the sea they say she was a banshee a demon hag that she seduces innocent men in their sleep they say she eats babies but really she was just a woman who refused to get on all fours so an insecure man could feel like a god • the truth about lilith

not all goddesses fly some of us struggle on the ground as the mortal men we gave our hearts to keep their feet on our necks but one day we will remember our own names and turn them all to ashes • hell hath no fury

i hate men i hate men i hate men i hate men i hate men i hate men i hate men

why am i still worshipping at the altar of your broken promises • false prophets