Magic I am

Why is it that I always choose the unconvinced?

Why do I lust after men who hardly notice that I exist?

Why am I so hungry for love?

Why do I crave his love for breakfast?

His love is tainted,

poisoned

it doesn't taste good.

However I yearn for it,

thinking that I could somehow turn that pot of Ick

into a pot of something siiiiiickkkk.

Like honor

peace

wealth

strength and dignity.

I want a man

a man, who needn't be convinced

of all the magic.

That

I

Am.