Now, I have experienced several
types of love in my youth. Fiery, quiet,
and the kind that's mixed with a dose of
vermouth.
Though, I have grown tired
of ideas of settling down.
I fear to live a life
uninspired.
This kind of love, unexciting.
I prefer a poison,
some would say, is more
inviting.
A kind of love that tastes like fire,
where living our dreams
is most definitely
required.
I feel as though it is time to try
a new sensation.
This is unfortunately not a drunken
revelation.
Though I leave one pint behind,
be it trivial to most,
I believe I have found the right
Kind.
This is a ****** poem about self love