"Your eyes look pretty in the light" they say
"Your *****'s really tight" they say

"I love the way you write" they say
"I'm only free at night" they say

You can see my ******* soul
I unleash it when we sleep
Together in tangled sheets

In the morning
We're never whole
Disposed news of a bruise to the ego
You cannot love me like an empty plan.

No.