the perception
they see in you
will imposter
your identity

involuntary
as it may seem
to be human
is blameworthy

you can own my being
  you can own my animation
  you can own this meager flesh
  when i decide i am done

  you can own my apathy
  you can own my passion
  you can own the authority
  to the stars from where i come

  my heart though, that belongs to her
                                      
                      -thenotgoodpoet

Lying in my immature room
With an uninviting dullness
Anxious eyes watching the door

If he catches me, I'll burn

But nonetheless, I surrender
To my uninhibited carnal
Like a haphazard single star
In submission to the void

...

*******, I have ripened