i'm foreign to love.
So foreign that i flinch at its touch.
Oh but there was a merry time
where it was the only one i desired.
It was the only one i deserved.
I cried for it in mellow some days,
i begged for it when sun shine shone at parade,
i endlessly yearned and yearned
Yet how can a small world be so cruel?
Cruel enough to make me too.
I am covered with sins i can't swallow and desires i can't undo.
Is there a way for me to find love too?

I don't know.
I linger proficiently such as dandelion 's seeds worship the skies
and move through its airspace until it falls back into the soil.
Though the soil nourishes as a mother she,
the dandelion,
still misses the sky it once roamed
so it will send out its children far up high
and watch the cycle repeat again and again.
I've lived a thousand lives with people i cherished
but only left a part of me to few
so somedays when the weather gets colder
and sky get blue i think about the parts of me and i think about you
as to me humans,
animals,
things and Ai
do not differ as i humanise and empathise with everything and they all got a part of me.
Even you.
So as a dandelion i once again
Sprout my seeds to horizon
And flicker through environments again and again
Till i find home in every one of them

For years i've seen yearning men.
For years i've seen destruction of women.
All in the name of love.
I could foresee the patterns within yet
It is so foreign to me that i no longer feel as an observer
but a kind specter up on the tree watching other species mingle as i eat. Every time a carving of love is told to me i stand as rock one can be.
Why thou love a man and man love thee? To a point where death is easier to feel.
Its a wonder to me more than a concept to grasp.

Everyday i fall anew into your arms
and trace lining of your clothing.
It is white some days and none at all in nights.
Yet i trace, i trace, i trace it all over just like i paint you when i'm in need. Need.
The need of you is extreme.
Over nights i brawl in bed,
shrinking myself with the need of existence from you.
My tears weep across the floor and the water drips elegantly.
I await on your arrival.
the arrival of you in my arms sweats my windows.
I tend to draw hearts on it but you engulf me in your affection which paints vivid colours in my eyes.
I gasp for air- only to meet your lips. Our meet greets were just about one thing and it was enough for me.
Over time your touch became soft and slow.
So, so, so, soft and slow i forget that you're a fragment of my imagination. Someone on train who i thought would console me and my lonely thoughts.
Someone so magnificent i daydreamed an entire life of affection. I could write poems, sonnets, novels yet it would still not be enough to catch the spell i'm under in for someone who made me feel.
Just feel.
Feel all the hidden.