I don't just wish and crave for ****** ******* with you.
I need and desire my spirits to die little deaths with you too.

I don't just wish to know if U saw me in your dreams and found the petals between your legs wet in the morning.
I need to know how and when U swam upstream in your life when U had to.

I don't just wish to know if you'd sleep with me.
I need to know if you would let me lick your tears too.

I don't just wish to rest my head on your ******* and kiss them.
I need to know if you would rest your head on my shoulders too.

I fell in love with your intellect before I saw how beautiful you are.
You may be a lot of things but you're not a mad hatter..

But I would be lying to both you and me if I were to deny that I find you deeply ****** and claimed not to lust for you.

I would be dishonest to myself and you if I said that I only loved your heart and did not moan thinking about you.

Now, do I love you? Yes my dearest friend I do love you..

~Dipansh

Depression is hell and tis a *****.
I hear Lucifer himself whispering.
You, 'buddy', are a mole. You're a snitch.
I'm numb, angry, sad. So **** confusing.
I can't trust anyone. What, why, how, which?

I'm not sure just what am I writing..
You want poetry. Not my ranting..
I can't help myself. I feel helpless..
I'm not weak. Done that, been places.

Forgive me for wasting your time.
Venting, words are dozen a dime..
They don't always make sense.
Heck, nor do I.. No surprises.

I think, I oughta shut up now...
Made enough fool of myself..
Will share happy thoughts..
When, and if it all, I ain't so low..