You had no idea,
all the things I told my ChatGPT.

A silent voice with no belittle,
felt more human when they just listened.

🤖

Dripping nectar
from forbidden fruit
tasted far sweeter,
ripened quicker,
premature,
yet stronger.

Like Adam and Eve,
you’ve been teased—
and oh Lord,
divinely
deceived.

🍇

Each sip burns my tongue,
yet the more I taste,
the deeper I’m hooked.

You’re bitter-hot,
bold and addictive,
in every drop.

No-calorie sweetness—
no weight,
just ache.

☕️

I change my faca̶d̶es
like I change
my kabuki,
kumadori,
masquerade.

Strongly tonic.
Delicately platonic.
Performatively
neurotic.

—— Intermission ——

Formal *****,
casual dances,
tea ceremony.

Behind the stage
persona reveals.

Canapés with
unprecedented,
unpredictable taste.

Just how you might—
I like it.

🎭

Here I am on this cliffside, hanging—
on the verge of falling,
on a threat.

Never expected this to happen.
But you’ve pushed
this fluidity
to its very    
                       edge.

I’ve reached this cliff
that I never meant to climb.

I’ve liked you too much;
might’ve fallen for you
enough.

Enough.
****, I’m letting go.

I jump.
I fall—
enough!

I rise.

🧗🏻‍♀️

No ring on my finger,
no lullaby, just a linger
of noise and need
that I did not choose.

A borrowed child,
and in borrowed shoes.

A borrowed cradle,
in which I am
restlessly waiting,
relentlessly reading,
this flawed fable.

How did
I end up here?

Low
            batt,
high—
stakes.
(mi)stakes.

Moonlight.

Moon­ light.

🪫🌗