Your gaze trapped me in a cell
Shackled by the thoughts of you
When you look away, I try to unlock my way into liberty
Yet i remain there
Glued  by my own feet
Because the gates give me comfort

Just as i speak
His breath migles with mine
But i know
One more hour
And it all goes away

I’m a rough draft that has yet to turn into a final copy.

I’m that whisper between lovers that has yet to be spoken.

I am the intimacy that is shared between silence and the sweet euphoria of a crescendo.

The transition of thoughts to vocalized words are nowhere in my grasp, for you are inferior to me.

the golden sun says his goodbyes
nostalgic to when his rays hugged me with warmth
a sip of whiskey to replace
a drop of blood to forget

divide yourself into two
pleasure your muse/
despair him with all your might

cloud your surroundings with your failures
till the sky turns grey

let the rainbows form to remind
at least something can exist as one
peacefully radiating in this polerised world

over time my poetry rawer
my feelings for you flakier
be mine i wish to the heavens
yet leave me alone i whisper to my atria
as i count the last few days
where nods and smiles matter
i hope the viscerality of my feelings for you fades
or stacked in a box at the back of my mind