I used to want a lover to write a love poem about me

So this is a love poem for me, by me

I make my bed every morning, because it’s the first place I think about being after a long day
And sometimes I lay out pyjamas and face masks in case things don’t go so okay
I drink coffee on my own and enjoy exploring new sites and cities alone
I smile when I lock eyes with strangers and aren’t afraid to strike up conversations
I go swimming in the ocean alone, it’s the only way I truly feel the energy in my bones
I finish hot showers with a blast of cold water and smile when I see fathers and daughters
I think love is perplexing and don’t trust easy
But rest easy knowing I’m right here if I ever need me

Oh, how she loved to look at the moon.

They dragged my body
all over the city, publicly shaming me
in front of happy crowd
of clapping morons.

No, I don't despise them, quite
the opposite. I owe them everything.
They made me a horseman,
and then knight,
they gave me name and freedom.
They made me who I am today.

Deafening noise in waves
Glinting light blinding off mirrors
A circle turns red, steel at a standstill
The quiet lingers for just a brief second

There they lie on the floor of the house.
Stretched in the sun, lounging about.
Furry and killer, soft yet so mean.
Gone when you want them, here when you don't.

I pour my emotions,
               letting them flow.
                                They run and
                              pool in a safe place
                             purified and bottled,
       then delivered back to me,
I drink them back up, invigorating life.