“i dont want you to think
im only talking to you
because i find you ****”
well, you are
and you and i both know it
because im ****
and because i liked your writing
and cash and *** cells
sprung your mind
to initially reach out to me.

now maybe there is more
but finding me ****
and then actually ******* doing something
about it
are two entirely different things

i want to feel you inside of me
i want to arch my back
as you **** the hell out of me
making me see angels
and moan your name.

but no -
i will only taste the idea of that
the glimpse of passion
of lust
of what i want
to be ******
how i should be
fidelity
prevents you from moving forward

now maybe my opinion is bias
but unless cheating
is the strict definition
of skin to skin
skin to mouth
mouth to mouth
mouth to lips
my ***** lips around your ****
then you, my dear friend
have already been cheating
for about two months

maybe i just crave you
and by telling you
that the highest scale of flirting
is still cheating
you will say **** it
and just come to me
and **** me senseless.

maybe not.

i hope
she
continues to satisfy you
as much as you have been
to where
youve been reaching out
to others
to get that satisfaction

i will still
sell the **** out of your books
i will still
tell people
your writing is beautiful
and timeless
and that you are
an amazing person
i will still
refuse to eat meat
though i thank you
for helping me make that decision

you are still
my second-favorite poet
the first one,
is a much bigger **** than you
and hes never even been
in a single one
of my
wet fantasies.

Farewell to my inhibitions
Drunk on impulse and corona
A simple "hello" dripping with golden courage
You can't shake me so easily
I'm the gum on the sole of your shoe
Those ******* baby blues so warm and inviting
Melting chocolate sunsets and burning hearts anew

We used to walk
We used to talk
Now that you're six feet under
Until we meet, I'll always wonder

You used to make me laugh
You used to be my other half
Now that you're gone
I'm all alone

I miss your sweet kiss
I miss our bliss
Now that you're in eternal slumber
Our days are already over

I'm sorry if I ended it
But I must admit
I was satisfied
When I saw you died

Now that I'm free
Would you be
My next
ex?

Sometimes, I get embarrassed.
By my awkward, goofy features.
By my pretentious, know-it-all attitude.
By my anxious, self-concerned demeanor.
I act big, and I talk bigger.
I am the loudest.
I cut people off.
I take up space in conversation,
and in theaters
and on buses
and at restaurants
and in my own home.
Where I seem to be growing outwards,
only to be trapped
in myself.
My anxious, awkward, earthly existence.
I fumble and struggle and slip.
I become a pathetic pile of self doubt.
I am suddenly the embodiment of embarrassment.
And sometimes, I get
embarrassed.
But
mostly,
I embarrass myself.

Frost on my window pane.
Cold sky blow clouds away.
Another day comes our way.
To reveal all your thoughts in grey.
Listen to birds they sing.
Blisfully my soul begins.
To feel love and share it with you.
Because your words of happiness
brings a smile on my face today.
In all my heart I will carry you.
Hope you will have awesome day.