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 Jan 2019 Harish
Lori
My friend asked me what's one thing which makes a poet a poet, and i didn't hesitate to say selfishness. Be selfish with your emotions, write for your own good, express through art and do it all for yourself, for the result of your selfishness makes up the whole of so many people too broken to be their own kind of selfish.
I am selfish in my own way
 May 2018 Harish
Wolfgirl
I live for those moments when
I'm just sitting there
And then understanding
Warps the world before my eyes
Just for a second.
And my head becomes a slightly better place
To be.
 May 2018 Harish
Wolfgirl
I haven't seen you in so long,
But you were the one
Who introduced my body and mind
To that rich pleasure
That is being with
A beautiful soul.

You ripped the feelings up
And in someone who didn't know
That's how one could feel
You made my sense of self collapse
As I orbited around you.

First you'd gently stroke my hair
Then you kissed my forehead
The first time I hung out with you
You drew me into your mysterious world
Of words that hummed with knowledge
Of movements that burned with lust
Of confidence that held me speechless
And eyes that promised more.

You'd press those kisses into me
You'd grip me with no intent to let go
You pulled me into your sad world
Of feelings that you'd never release
Of pain you'd internalized
Of desperation in all you'd do
And a smile that rose above it.

Your words were soon abandoned
For a more hands-on approach.
You'd let me know what you wanted to say with
The things that you'd do.

I loved you, I know that now.
You were so strange and tempting.
There was no 'us'
Only the desire to be around you.
I needed no explanation,
No reason to see you
Other than you.
Old poem to get off my chest.

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