The feeling sometimes, wishing you were someone else

"Thoughts. Silly. I'd rather
sinky my teeth in your neck,
seriously, knock you down
on the floor - all for love.
You'll forget my lousy
poems but if I could just
mar you or something. Nothing
nice ever sticks but boy
a scar - If I could ever
really bruise you with
my feelings, them, so infinitely
forgettable & gone."
- Eileen Myles, him and others