just let me suffer alone
I’ve done it before
I’ll sit all alone on the bathroom floor,
I’ll leave all the doors closed.

I don’t want to be seen,
on the fourth day of no shower
I don’t to be seen
when I can’t move or scream

I do not want you to worry
don’t bother to check in
I’ll be a mess that belongs in the bin
do keep your eyes of me, keep your eyes blurry

So leave your worry here and leave
but please do not grieve
you do all you can
but in the end it was my hand

memories are what we often create,
what we seldom forget,
and what we desire to relive.

yet time and time again, they are dangerous things;
we memorize each touch and every ending,
and we still find an edge that cuts.

IA

My love! My love!,
I wish I was the gentle breeze,
To twirl and romance with your dark,silky hair,
Gently caress your soft lips,
And fan the fire burning inside you.
I wish I was the raging storm,
Passionate and unstoppable,
To sweep you through every squall and heavy desires,
And come out with a love so exquisite and true.
11/6/2020