plastic

my wings are made of plastic
i've tried flying up to the sun
she tried to melt me when i tried to lick
her curly tendrils and have some fun.

she isn't sorry but she still shines
warmth cocoons in a cool breeze
i do not make men mine
i only have them on a lease

they come and go but self is forever
you're not defined by their validation
you only have time to say 'never'
but i creep forward with trepidation.

i know how to trash talk and tease
sex is truly unnecessary
i like the feeling of sweet release
with my own hand i will bury
my sexuality and my feelings
in the back of my cunt
strive to stay out of dealings
and never put up a twisted front.

the moon is my world and her worldly views
guide me through, devoid of tricks
don't mind giving the news
but my wings are made of plastic