It’s pretty ironic, quite paradoxical
How I wake up in the morning and my thoughts just flock to you
Coincidentally I’m writing this
& incidentally you’re reading it.
Truthfully it’s about you
& how since I met you, you’re in everything I do
It’s slight deja-vu but still new
The perfect conversational dates
Spoiling you with foreplay of our fate
Not sure if we have souls or if it’s just a metaphor for our essence
Either way I can’t wait for our souls to mingle in your presence
Your lingering words left for me to assemble
I’m imagining my touch makes you tremble
Just stick around for what’s to come and it will all be so simple

Is this a new me or did I fool me?
Kinda like I did you
Who knew my best attribute would be infidelity
I’d trade it all back if I knew you wouldn’t care for me
But what did I expect?
You asked for honesty and I served you disrespect
All for some temporary emotion I couldn’t keep in check
Now it’s all a mess
Now I have less...
None of you and less of me
How did I turn into someone I never planned to be
I made you feel so temporary
Now I’m left alone and this **** is scary
I know I took a piece of you
And in return I lost myself
Left with these consequences of my selfish decisions
I cry inside so my emotions stay hidden
So I sit in my room..the self made protagonist
Wishing the pain away and that it never happened like this

I pity the living & I envy the dead. Their war with this society is over and they know peace.

Can I see your naked soul before I see you physically naked? Can you undress for me starting with your insecurities? Can you tell me stories? The ones you never told please. Start with all the secrets. Can I kiss all of your body? Touch it like miles of plains and dive in the waves of any untouched oceans you may have. Can I introduce you to my way? The right way, the high way, the rough way, the you ready to get cuffed and ****** bae? Can I still make the ****** tension high? Even though if we ask permission we’d probably both deny. Do you wanna smoke and get high? Express your feelings whether you laugh or you cry. Would you do both? Probably would do the same with my hands around your throat. Is it cool if I tell you my stories? Even the ones that are painful, dark and gory. How if I was a guy I might have came in a couple girls and ended up on Maury. **** is super crazy. But can you really blame me? Just wanna tell you everything so you can break me down and tame me. Is it ok if my poetry doesn’t rhyme? Does it make it better knowing it’s about you and I still took the time? Can we talk about your past? Digging into graves will make the friendship last. Let’s talk about how when I met you I patted soil over the seeds you planted on me. All these conversations and poetry water them. You’ve made me some what of a tree, growing with inspiration....branching and leafing off into new things, new ideas, new emotions, new exchanges, new friendship, new intimacy and new compassion. But I’ve finally figured out what I like most about you, you give the people around you reasons to be happy, an aura that sets the mood, and a laugh that sets the vibe. I think that’s why you intrigued me the most. I’ve haven’t met someone in so long to share so many qualities at one time. It’s different...amongst many other things, it makes you beautiful.

I hear people speak of the pleasures of war. Funny how all who say that are kings or bystanders enjoying their freedom. I wish they were more careful with their words. People like myself who over hear them might get upset. It triggers a horrid reminder of the situations that presents itself to us everyday in the form of a “job”, no matter any of those feelings or thoughts..this is the life we are in. Ensure you give thanks for this life, if you see no reason then the fault is only in yourself. Know that when your time comes, don’t allow your heart to be filled with fear of death. Arrive at your death happy, maybe a little drunk, in love and late. Live your life to the fullest so when the time comes you are not scared and praying for more time to live life differently. Life in its simplest form is so much more enjoyable but we have built blockades of distractions for ourselves and we might never know. Life is no longer the goal, it’s whatever someone self perceived peak of happiness is, they are nostalgiac for something they’ve never had.