The forehead
Is from a protective lover, who will secure you until you're dead

The cheek
Is from a sensual lover, one that is meek

The lips
Is from one who lacks control, a ***** one on the go

The hand
Is from one who wants nothing more than for you to understand

The feet
Is from one who worships the ground you walk on; your filth they'll eat

Then there are people like me
Who will kiss every inch of a lovers body that my greedy eyes can see

I desire innocently to be a fly on your wall

without inspiration
I AM DEAD.

without admiration
I AM LONELY.

without art
I AM NUMB.

without love
I AM NOTHING.

with poetry
I AM EVERYTHING!

Beauty intimidates me.

I was afraid to speak,

but I professed my love for you

with a little peek.

If poetry was a man

Id admit, im in love!

I always compromise when I’m lonely

In the beds of strangers,

hopeful that someone can love me.

Many see I'm broken beautifully.

Some think I’m art; crafted delicately.

Others say; dangerous, sad, and extreme!

but they'll willingly be that drug I so desperately need.