I Am Not Your Melinated Manic Pixie Dream Girl, or A Love Letter in Reverse

ethiopienne:

I Am Not Your Melinated Manic Pixie Dream Girl,
or A Love Letter in Reverse

Moleskine notebook and fountain pen in hand,
You hang upon my every sacred, profane word.
“Spell intersectionality for me one more time, babe?”
I oblige, but your letters don’t quite add up.

You worship at the throne of my potential,
Always quick to note what great things I could do
Forgetting all too often
Self-preservation is revolutionary, too.

I always lose you somewhere between The Boondocks and the Black Panthers,
The sound of your inappropriate laughter fading quickly as I remind you
This isn’t just entertainment to me
And my laughter does not come without tears.

I always lose you somewhere between Alice and Zora,
In some quiet alley where you duck out slowly,
Having sucked the inspiration from my neck,
The lifeblood of my words still fresh on your paper.

This is absolutely brilliant.