And here we are
the end.

Five years running
and nothing to show

except the slowed
platonic love

and tired
texts

and an absence
of what once was

Except you don't know
do you

know that I'm
leaving us

know that I'm
panicked

into wondering
if I'm behind in
people

experiencing people

I feel I'm at a loss
with you

because we met each other
too soon

and now I'm just pointed bones

and you are the sun

and I'm greedy
for still wanting a piece of you

But I am burnt

The End.

If you were my sheets, and at my beck and call
fulfilling all my fantasies, into you, I would fall.
You'd cradle me so gently, and massage me everywhere
releasing all my juices, and all my  stress, and cares.

In splendor we'd heat up the room, and I'd crinkle every sheet
and when we were apart, I'd rejoice, every time we meet.
Pillows would cradling my face and head, where jasmine scented rests
blending of our fluids as our bodies, orgasmically attest.

We'd fall asleep together, and spoon throughout the night
and in the morning waking, to unimaginable delights.
Your hands of silken sheets caressing, exciting every nerve
giving me all the pleasures, and climaxes, in you, I am immersed!

they say love is the answer
but when i call you never answer me.
you hit decline,
& you so quick to delete.
& im sorry im so selfish,
im so sorry
i can’t help it.
im not hopeless,
im not helpless
but it hurts when you’re not here.
maybe cause im never there,
maybe cause i never share
anything..
-
clear misunderstanding,
& it’s hard to believe
that you are so naive
& so willing to leave.
so quick to call my bluff,
& say that i am deceiving.
always disregard my love,
you never notice the changes.