I crave you,
Everyday.

Your fingers,
Racing through my hair.

You may squirm,
Bless my ears with moans.

But,
I'm not done yet.

I can't stop,
Not until I'm full.

And,
You're more than satisfied.


-Tré

I'm an ever changing,
Shapeshifter.

An extroverted,
Introvert.

Selfish,
But i care too much.

Egotistical,
But I cant stand myself.

An *******,
But I'm chivalrous.

I'll be a chameleon.

For you,
I'd change my skin.

I'll be anything you want.

Because I know,
You hate it when I'm myself.



-Tré

A walking shell,
Wielding a partial heart.

Words torment,
His beautiful mind.

Your love,
Once his oxygen.
He's now gasping for air.

His confidence,
Is naught.

Mirrors,
Reflect only his faults.

Insanity,
Repetition of the impossible.

So let me love you.

While you dismantle my soul,
Once more.



-Tré

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