At night
the sight
of your flesh
ignites flames
that entice
pleasures
beyond
measures

The only thing I want from you
Is this moment
sitting next to you, vibing
As I’m feeling you
Your occasionally smile tell me
You are feeling me too

why do the best people always die first?
when you pick flowers you pick the best ones meaning they are the first to die
god likes to do the same
remember that next time you go flower picking

Hiding feelings has become normal
putting on this mask of a fake smile
crying silently at night into a pillow
always feeling like the issue

Jealousy
A powerful, slow curse
"It's in your head"
Mumbling truths...I rehearse
I religiously chant my lines
but it gets worse
Obsession, you are mine
in this entire universe

Dressed in nothing
And I'm standing watching the
Stars tonight while I'm feeding
On my poetry I'm feeling nothing but happiness
Watching the moonlight.