WhyDon’tThey

What if what someone 
finds you attractive for 
isn’t the thing that 
you want them to 
what if the thing 
that you know to
be the best you 
is never even seen 
what do you do 
I have found myself 
bobbing in an ocean 
of suitors immersed in 
their affections batting away 
the paws and nibbles 
wishing that just one 
would take a bite 
from the place where 
I know I’ll bleed
but rather they bump 
against the one place 
where what they think 
is flesh is bone 
sometimes I think that 
I will simply drown 
rather than being eaten 
to live again a
part of someone else