Broad shoulders, round belly
Thighs rock-hard standing steady
Torso full of honor, prestige and glory
Black shut eyes, and a head too weary
Clothed in oliver green, pride or envy?

Slimming waist, a gentle core
Pirouettes with grace, never a sore
Chest for embrace not for war
Satin, silk, velvet floors
This world of yours, mine for sure?

Colour spectrums echo within vision
Jealousy magnified on each selection
Rainbows and prisms radiate complexion
Building loops of personal perception
Toys to dolls, should be a simple question?

How was your room?
A pillow thrown to the door
Whisps of Tea brushing my nose
A promise to someday visit the shore
Late nights watching the movies you chose
Ping-Pong matches, no one keeping score
Elevator gossip about men you found gross

How was your room?
Bone white walls and metal desks
Naked beds and missing pillows
Paper on the door, boxes and checks
flipped the switch to a jarring yellow
Eyes looked down, scratches to the neck
A wide drawn smile never felt so hollow

What could ever be,
What would ever be,
Whatever it may be,
It doesn't matter to me!

There is no debate
Fantasizing is hard to hate
But the more that I indulge,
my sanity further engulfs,
What's happiness?
now it's desperation manifest

You are all I want you to be,
Let the what ifs just be,
We have our present to forever be
whatever we ever want to be!

What could have been of us
if they were out of the picture
would your cheeks rest in the clusps
of my palms, would you rupture
a vein below my dry bottom lips?

These dry hands grasp for any sense,
my head wishes it was ever more dense,
this weary heart rushes aimless,
but even then, yearning is just so effortless

What could have been of us
if the weight of your words was gold
if I were just a little bit more bold,
prudent, even. Never my tongue hold,
would I know that reciprocate was an answer?

It's scary how life can change
For now, I witnessed the sky fall
As I float in those galactic eyes
Anchor me down will you?
To the core of your gravity
May I land gracefully in your earthly embrace to kiss those rosey cheeks?

Dream on!
Cause legends were fools who never ceased to stop
and nobodies were sages who hesitated to take a step

What am I to her?
I am emotionally defective
and physically secondhand.
You deserve luxury and excess
not thrifted vintage.