You look like a yesterday
I'm still trying to enjoy today,
A couple goodbye kisses when I'm feeling high,
ending it off with passing remarks whenever you walk by
Tomorrow tends to be a mile; of a frantic
distance of you always running on my mind
I must have fallen in love in between the days,
tripping over you; I cracked my jaw of not having
all of the right words to say.

"Hey," let's start from there,
but I'm often to stuck up for my own well being, right here
It's just that usual fear, a shade of a tear, a taste
of honey dew dripping out of my eye
At least to say, I had a sweet sight gazing at you;
well at least I try not to cry a lot- you know that sensitive guy
Trying to make sense of all the cents I had,
to spare another penny for a thought of you

Aren't we all looking for a bit of change?

Oh what a shame,
being so in over my head, down under my emotions
I even forgot to ask for your name;
but it could probably ring in my ears
And I'll be staring at a blank screen, waiting for a
notification from you, with that very ding
Coming full circle, just to ask if you could stay
stuck on my skin, like the indent of a wedding ring

Ugh, never mind
backspace, backspace, select all and delete

She: If I was a worm, would you still love me

Me:- I'd say you wiggled yourself into my life

She: How could I ever make a mark on someone I've so badly fallen in
         love with

Me: Bite me! And by those means, you'll definitely leave your
        mark

I'll write a girl a piece of work,
and speak a prayer of no judgement
by her. Lord, don't let another one
call me, "a piece of work"

Let me give a personal measure
to myself;- the ruler isn't long enough
But by the rules of society,
I might be overcompensating,
so I'll have to break them both in half

A human experience,
a pocket full of options
-a tune for my room
Airpods, a moody playlist;
alone to dance without a point to prove
Current location: My happy place

Can I ask for a little more action,
with out really asking
Sounds a bit passive, so I try to
ask in a past tense
And this time around really *****,
so turn around so I can pass the time
******* on your front

"Okay," that last line was kind of dull,
and no excuse for me being so blunt
But could I still ***** a little thought,
and plant a bit of that seed, and see how that story grows,
And take you on a tasty journey; you'll be my main course

"*******," wait no, it's actually a golf course;
looking for a perfect stroke to get it into that hole
My little birdie; let's play, as we pave our way
into a concrete conversation before we go

Lead the way, and I'll chase your ideas like a plan in motion
Press into you, to prove yourself in an interview,
and I'm the one doing all of the reporting
As they say love can sometimes feel like it's getting old,
but I'm sorry, that's still old news to me

So we could chain each other up, but you're free
to do whatever you want to me
I'll be your memory form bed,
and remember all of the best positions
And you could leave the rest to me, and if I did it wrong,
you wouldn't waste your time to lie to me

I know, every expression of your feelings; reading
your body language- as you're my beautiful love poem
And in a spoken word of desire; what's there more of me
to say; to any kind of performance leaving a bang,
Let's make a little slam poetry

It's in this next stanza, I'll tell you of how
I'll dig into you; and thankfully it won't get so boring
As I'm feeling like a power tool, drilling a little pleasure,
to an eventual release, and to ease off the day's pressure

I turn you on; no not as a light, but let me see the light
in your eyes, taken so lightly by other guys
They couldn't see that glorious sight, that acts so bright,
a movie star, as all of the stars start to align tonight

"I'll give it to you straight,"
put a little heavy ecstasy, as you had so long wait
Put this love in a few shreds; a few times I had to grate,
yet it somehow ends up so **** great
I'm just trying to score, and if it feels extra great,
feel free to rate

I just need a place to begin, and the final
destination is how you and I will feel at the very end.

I have a Tetris mind,
building up confidence to paint out words
-block by block
Hanging by the corners, a few nights with
an empty pen;
Current location: Writer's block