You wake in a crowded room Filled with versions of yourself that have died Because they were never loved, And suddenly you realize Why you're there, too.
I like to call The blood dripping from my mouth Poetry, But everyone can see The scarlet drops For what they truly are; A death wish And a drunken kiss.
You Are the sum Of your experiences, And it's how you respond To those experiences That define you. But boy, You better be relentless with me Because our desires do not define, They confine.
I want to hold you, Much like the way spring holds a flower, And kiss your petals In the same fashion that the rain Kisses the ocean While you bloom in my arms.