Capitalism stole my virginity

I said I would stop writing for a while...
And I did.

But now something is formulating inside of me and wants to come out.

A true artistic endeavor about my adventures in the physical, psychological, and spiritual realms...
And the music I listen to along the way.

But I know that I still have to wait for it to make its presence known instead of reaching out for it like carrot tied to a stick in front in a horse.

I still have so much to learn, like how to always stay true to myself. I have no problem being honest, but sometimes when I do get a crush it is easy to start to do things to please other people instead of pleasing myself.

Those damn (w)hor(e)mones can lead me so far away.
Just when did I become this hopeless romantic I see in the mirror everyday?
No se.

I hate being such a late bloomer. I was never this boy crazy in high school. Never!
And the worst of the worst is that each crush is always different than the one that came before it. I guess I am just learning to appreciate a man for being what a man is - get your mind out of the gutter!


We are all sluts, cheap products,
In someone else's notebook
Capitalism stole,
Capitalism stole my virginity