You're Welcome, Pig.

Considering I am a guy and the description reads Men are animals. Women are the insects they feed upon. I am a tad hesitant upon jumping into this hornets nest of a subject. But apparently not that hesitant. I think this work has a lot going for it and some that needs improvement.

The first stanza [particularly the first 4 lines] might be the most angsty, yet clever bit of writing I've read in a while. It essentially describes a sext between the narrator and her boyfriend yet its something that doesn't hit you until you read it for the third or fourth time. Its a great example in terms of being able to write things with subtlety and disguise ideas and concepts. Those are all welcome things in both telling narratives and writing poetry.

The rest of the work really kinda blurs together as the narrative becomes revealed. She's grappling with the feelings of trying to woo this guy, who is still hung up on an old flame. She's pouring herself out for him in her own sight and that's one of the questions of the poem, whether affection [or love] can be earned or if its something that only happens between the right people at the right circumstance. She operating off the assumption that love can be earned, that if one gives enough eventually the other will reciprocate which is what makes the reality much harder for her to swallow. Looking deeper, I'd say she may be setting herself up for failure. She picks a guy who's still crushing on an ex, and just gives him everything at his whim, meaning that he never has to actually invest or do anything to make the relationship work. It seems like she has an underlying fear that she'll never have love in her life. But instead of an earnest try to find love, she goes about making her fears a self fulfilling prophecy. There were a lot of ways she could've avoided it; picking a guy who doesn't love someone else, not giving him everything he wants, demanding that he do things for her... all things that happen within the course of relationships.

But at the end of the poem we get no such introspection, we end in angst and frustration. While I just scratched the surface of subjects this poem speaks to; whether its power structures within relationships, or the irony of a girl being in love with a guy who doesn't notice her, who's in love with a girl that doesn't notice him, things end in a place where she's essentially lashing out at him and nothing else. While that may be the overriding emotion of the end of the poem and may deserve mention I think ending that way doesn't do justice to the top half of the work. This is more about her, than just some guy, and while his flaws are evident and he's clearly the antagonist the questions around her are more provocative. What drew her to him in the first place? why didn't she end it when all she was do is give, and all he did was pine over someone else? why is it that he's the only guy in her sights? I think had the work ended trying to explore or answer one of those questions, it would've been stronger than just declaring him "irrelevant".

Great work, it raised great questions, and you certainly have some incredible talent at writing.