Will you love me,
Or hate me?

Will you smile at every text,
Or block me out of regret?

Will you think of me fondly,
Or try to forget?

Will you walk alongside me proud,
Or avoid me out of embarrassment?

Will my touch turn you on,
Or make you recoil with disgust?

Am I someone you could love?
Or is it over,
Before it ever begun?



-Tré

If you wear my grip,
As a necklace.

I'll wear your scratches,
As tattoos.

Your thighs,
Painted with bruises.

My shoulders,
Flesh torn from bites.

Your hair,
Nested with knots.

My lip,
Swollen and bleeding.

I'll feel you tighten,
You'll feel me empty.

Well record it,
In our minds.

Us loving,
And hating.

At the same time.

Restlessness.

Your eyes burning,
And your mouth dry.

Your spine twisted,
And your body aching.

You sweat,
Yet your teeth chatter.

Your mind races,
Insecurities.
Regrets and anger.

You toss,
And you turn.

But the sun has risen,
And the birds will sing.

Perhaps another night,
You will actually sleep.



-Tré

I'm a poison,
An incurable cancer.

I'm a burden,
A weight on your shoulders.

I'm repulsive.
Disgusted,
You've made me your secret.

I'm worthless,
A leech draining your life.

I'm unlovable,
Just someone to be with for quick comfort.

These are your thoughts,
But i already think them too.



-Tré

If we are to end,
Let my love feed your plants.

Let my tears soak their soil,
Absorb every drop.

I'll trade a memory,
For a tear.

With each tear,
Sprouts a new leaf.

I'll continue remembering you,
Until your beautiful flowers bloom.




-Tré

Oxygen is hard to gather,
But the air whispers sweet songs.

The city lights blur,
A mass of colour.

My years of memories,
Remembered in a mere 12 seconds.

Your tears,
Racing against the rain.

The feeling of weightlessness,
The irony.

The world grows larger,
With each inch the I plummet.

We trade glances,
Your eyes filled with care and compassion.

A beautiful smile,
As birght as the stars above.

Your loving hands,
Holding my wax wings.



-Tré

Instruct me.

Teach me to love you,
In the ways that you want.

Whisper the words,
Of which you want me to speak.

Guide my hands,
To where you'd like their prints.

Focus my eyes,
On where to undress you.

Cover me in clay,
Mold me to your perfection.

The art of loving you.

I'll graduate with honours,
Straight A's in every lesson.



-Tré