I’m learning to write you off
           You’re liability to my fantasy.

As the only sun
The world must run
Circles around me
As the hidden victim
As the blatant victor
I deserve all cherishes, a god,
I deserve a paddle stole, a crown,
Everything at it’s utter best
And more love than the average rest
For compensation for unique pains
Little-old me has to religiously face
So everyone
Bow down your heads and get on your knees
Understand, you need to worship me.

My hands lost
   the love ink,
My heart
    got pins and needles,
Our glances at each other
     is a ******* tattoo.

Within a poem I found little things -
The scent of earth, the summer of youth
Within it I found the comfort of words
A restful haven of solitude.
I found, too, the thorns that bleed
The world and life when the heart breaks
I saw the beast of wasted lands
And heard the fire of the cannonade.
And within a poem, I found art and soul
I felt the core and the residue
And with every thought shared
Each word written -
Within a poem, I found you.