It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you

when he gets frustrated and looks at me like that
rolls his eyes,
pushes me away,
i get scared he'll be like my dad.

i watched my mom pour out her heart and soul for years
just to love my dad

i dont want that

I was feeling feverish,
dizzy and drunk,
stumbling, strumming
sensational jams in my bedroom,
my mind on you,
reminiscing about the way
you make my heart
burst into brilliant hues.

You were an ardent star with spark,
a sugariness that settles in my cells,
a vivid richness, a hot tartness,
an electric passion escalating
into instantaneous stages,
creating a variation
of unchained equations
in my existence.

I was too obsessed with you,
incessantly thinking of how amazing
it would be if we were
on the same frequency,
lying together in my bed,
the comfy sheets covering our bodies,
feeling your warm, passionate kisses on my neck,
telling me that I was the best thing
that you had ever had.

You danced for me,
ceaselessly, sensuously touching yourself,
sexing me with your bright sapphire eyes,
nipping your lips, sticking your tongue out,
moving it in slowly seductive circles,
bringing me into your ultimate lands
of lush milk and sweetened honey.

I felt your vibe,
reading the signs of *******
from your mind,
delving deep into the extensive
orientation of your captivating course,
focusing on your fascinating flow,
adoring your language of unprotected ecstasy.