It could have been a Sunday when the first glimpse of my unknown future would make itself known.

He was that mystery you never solve. The Nancy Drew case that kept you awake as a kid. The unknown if aliens are real or not. The uncertainty of who built the pyramids.

He was the first morning light and the darkest sunset you can imagine. His mind swayed from good to bad and bad to worse more often than not. He was the calm before the storm. The rain before the hurricane.

It could have been a Sunday when my life decided to take the turn down the wrong alley way on the middle of the night for him.

He was the softest linens on a freshly made bed. He was the rough hands of a man who worked hard. He was the dream I couldn't remember until you said the one word that brought it all crashing back. He was nostalgia and memories.

But he was different.
He let things change him and his past caught up with his future.
He let me change.
And my past caught up with him.

And maybe it was a Sunday... I can't be too sure when my future became uncertain.

let me lick the lipstick stain you left on your coffee cup
i'll do it subtly so no one will be alarmed
i'll lick it and enjoy the taste of your makeup
i want to taste you and all that you are

i want to watch you all the time
i want to see you at the moments you are most yourself
the moments that
you pretend don't exist
the 2am searches on pornhub
the you that hasn't left the couch for days
with your hand in a bag of potato chips

let me lick the chip crumbs from your fingers
let me put your finger in my mouth
i want to taste the saltiness you savor
i want to taste who you are
the you that you hide from others

i want you to call me a pervert
and slap me

i will kiss your feet
and lick the soles
tasting the salt and dirt
of all the places you've walked today

you will cringe and say i'm disgusting
and i will smile

let me taste the you
that is you
when no one else is around
let me taste the you
that is you
after a long day of work
let me taste the you
that is you
when you ignore me

At the harbor of long lost soul,
Waiting for the ship to take me away,
Back to my body,
at the shore of lost hope,
there my body laid,
cover in dirt,
mud and disgrace.

In the year 2019, a woman had a *** change.
Then he traveled back in time and what happened was strange.
He and his former female self got married after having a relationship.
When I learned what was going on, it was hard for me to get a grip.

After having the *** change, he grew a beard.
When I saw him kissing his former self, it was weird.
Just thinking about the situation brings a chill to my bones.
I have a question, is this reality or is this The Twilight Zone?

Drinking my turmeric tea
makes my mouth taste like vegan chicken soup
I spilled it on myself
so I’m committed for looking suddenly jaundice
Oh, ain’t that what they always what they do?
Mark the healthiest ones
as fatal or insane

The midnight moon gleams amongst the stars
Night falls gently upon
The dark sky filled with sorrows
The cold unbelievably torturous

Bites of the negativity
Happiness on its deathbed
The smiles we had through the day withers and dies
Only droplets of tears dominant in our eyes

For what is worth, we always do our best
We score, we celebrate
We are victorious
We are the brightest in everyone's eyes

But underneath the darkest skies
We fall prey to the saddest woes
We fall to our knees and beg for mercy
To the endless torturing of the addictive poison of weakness and every of those