Maybe I fall in love with poets because he never spoke to me
Sure he spoke at me, down to me
But he never spoke to me, with me
He didn't know me
I didn't know me
He never let me speak
So I never spoke
He wasn't hearing me
Never feeling me
and I was feeling alone
Bottling up all these words
Until I found poetry, so I wrote
and I wrote and I wrote
Until I found peers that spoke back
Who wrote back
Who heard me
Who learned about me
Who were just like me
Who liked me
I woke as I wrote and made them feel me
and I felt a part of something
I found my true place
and who I really was
A Writer
I have never had anyone lay hands on me like you, have me feelin brand new, thinkin I need to further pursue this thing that we do. Its really quite phenomenal, truly full of obstacle yet we make it possible. On my part though, irresponsible. I've gotten myself in trouble, tripped up and slipped up and got caught up in this thing we call L-O-V-E
Damn this shit ain't easy. Especially when you fall deeply and set yourself up to be completely...empty. Twenty year difference in age, the cougar was released from the cage. It wasn't intentional, I've always been conventional but I was susceptible. You manipulate words like I manipulate people, we are equal. I love how you write, your ability to express vivid pictures in your poetry, so openly with such potency, in love I fell hopelessly. You are brilliantly consistent, you never cease to amaze, I give you much praise. I can't believe we are facing the final days. On Monday you will board that train to go home, we'll say goodbye but our friendship will go on. I know there won't be another like you, making me feel the way that you do.
You once said you wanted our souls to make love. I asked you to write it in a poem because I loved it. I was impatient. I wanted to see this brought to life in your words, in your brilliance. Such a beautiful expression deserves further attention. Imagery, I know only you can create. Breathtaking and beautiful scene of souls intertwined in the most intimate of dance.
Last night something happened that has never happened before. I experienced what it was like to make love. All these years, all the times I had been fucked, I was still a virgin. I knew from the moment we laid down and your lips touched mine it was going to be different. Your hands inside me, my lips never leaving yours, breathing your breath, moaning into your mouth. Feeling lightheaded yet so aware. Synchronized in every way. Then we began. Your body could not have been any closer. We had become one. My mouth to your ear. Words I never before felt deserved to be spoken, not even to my husband. Tears were present with every whisper. Emotionally releasing myself to you. Finally giving up all control, I was submissive. We switch positions and the feeling is still like nothing I had every felt. You were just as aware of the significance of what was taking place. I could have stayed there in that moment with you for eternity. It had to come to an end. We both were covered in sweat, neither minded. We talked and held one another for long after.
Both of us knowing our souls had just made love.
i bought a boy i loved a piano because i wanted to make him happy
i thought he would be cured of all that he struggled with if i gave him an outlet
fed, clothed, and cared for him
if i loved him in a way others had not everything would be perfect
he would live with me, I'd give him everything that was missing
i thought it was that simple
i would cure him of all his addictions, his cop hating ways, his verbal violence on social media, his erratic behavior and paranoia
i was going to make it all better with love, music, and poetry
a piano will make it all better, i know how to fix him, make him whole again
a loving supportive partner and a stable home
it's simple I got this
happily ever after, our very own fairytale
three months later i was paying thousands of dollars to move him out of my house and into a place away from me
he was more than i could handle, i thought i had so much in common with him because we both wrote, because we were both hurting and desprate to find someone
one of us was difficult to love
and the other had difficulty loving
who do you think i was in this relationship?
once I failed at fixing him
I fell out of love
once I realized someone else was dependent on me
I fell out of love
once I realized his love didn't fix me
didn't make me whole
I fell out of love
Pillow Talk
Lay the words of your past on my pillow
So I can rest my spinning head
Calm my waves with your beautiful brain
Dry the tears that have been dropping
Stop them
I beg you to right me with your writing
I need a poem, I need a moment
Tighten your grip
and twist my arm with your charm
Pull me away, just for the day
Let me feel you inside my heart, take me apart
Dissect me until you correct what's been
wrecked by the past
I passed up my one
Chose to run
Forgive me, see me
We are supposed to be
Friends...Aren’t we?
Draw with me
Crawl into a fantasy formed from the colorful pictures
our tongues paint so beautifully
Stain sheets of paper
with dreams of this false future
Two ghost writers
Our souls fibers still found on each other
We just lack luster, have grown duller
Need to brighten things back up
Let’s just write
Baby, lets just write.
There was fire and snowfall in a dimly lit room.
Watching out windows listening to the piano. There were lyrics and love and there was us.
There was deep gratitude in a simple but meaningful gesture - single white convenience store rose and a Peanut Butter Twix, all that was missing was the fountain soda.
One might say the bitch in me is never satisfied.
But there was satisfaction in this weekend.
Vacationing from all that is difficult and distracting in our distance.
When together, we are one.
It's a safe place for both, in this bubble of fantasy floating high above the realities.
In here intimacy is at unmeasurable levels.
There is comfort and security in hands held tight as bodies combine.
There are restful nights of sleep, waking to good morning kisses.
Where making love takes precedent over caffeine addiction and french toast and bacon tastes even better in the afterglow of orgasm.
After all these years,
There was a happy Valentines Day.
Been a minute since I had someone share the bed
Someone between my legs
I write about sex as if it were a common occurrence
Only thing commonly occurring is this loneliness
Occupy my time in fantasy
Finding people willing to indulge me
Willing to attend to my need for company
In a safe setting of texting
Temporary the relief until they leave
Then deceive my mind I'm fine
Convince myself it's enough
to just pretend love
That there is safety in living lies
That it does not matter it's not real
That keeping a distance is ideal
Believe I'm in control of when I'm broken or when I'm whole
That I choose pain to sustain my writing
That the crying is just the ink setting
That all my angst is a blessing
A necessary part of my art
Sometimes you must sacrifice your heart
To be what you want, devoted to the poems
Committed to the poetry
To forever being lonely
The used condom left on the nightstand
full of him
He finally left
and I lay empty on the bed
That feeling of nothing present
It's unpleasant
I forgot what it was like to not enjoy sex
To feel like there's something wrong with me
Maybe that's just it
There's something wrong with me trying to be intimate with someone I am not emotionally bonded with
and it makes a difference
It leaves you different
Detachment from the act
Although his mechanics were right
Mine were robotic far from the erotic rhetoric I had engaged him in
But I pretended to be present
and accounted for the pleasure
I should have felt
After all it wasn't his fault my body withheld
I’m mad as hell, I want war
lunges forth
H - U - R - T
On the tips of my nails as they impale
Pale skin of his face, traces of my feelings
Left behind in this fit of rage
Blood clots to hold my hurt within his injury
How could you do this to me?
Flashes against the blackness
I blink to total eclipse
Opens so he can read again
I hope he gets it
That I’m not playing, Not up for his explanations
Exclamation points shot like darts
I HATE YOU echoes against his chest
as I released it
Nails reloaded makes contact to neck
R - E - G -R - E - T
I wish we never met
Air is thick with it
DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME
In needles and pin, raised from my skin
His hands aren’t listening
He has me by the throat up against the wall
Oddly feels sexual, violently consensual
All my pain scratched across his face
I’m faced to feel it again
He is resisting letting it in
Transferring heartbreak back and forth between us as I gasp for air
H -U -R - T and R - E - G -R - E - T
Deeply embedded, his skin’s further opening
My tears splashing into his cuts
His hand eases up
The stings intense, does he finally get it?
Can he feel my pain yet???
I miss the break ups, the days we would go our separate ways
I would find fake love in clubs
The few hour romance of the dance
Cause I was high off the music, the movement, the lights, the energy of the room
I would become consumed
Air perfumed, cologne of a stranger
His body close to mine sex implied, Subtly proposed
Not where I needed to go
The dance is all I ever want, it was enough
Enough to feel like myself content in a moment
So unusual for me to feel “right”
I found I feel it now, when I write
But other than that there’s an overall feeling of not knowing who I am
That my existence has been always based off “them”
Whoever that may be, situational
Children, family, significant other
I’d become their “her”
What they needed me to be
Music, Dance, Writing
is ME
What I like
Fills my own needs, not the need I have to be liked
Not the hoops I jump through to take care of the many of “you”
The many that come and go
That take from me because I give, and because I always forgive
Because I make things hard on me so “They” can live
I miss the break ups, the days we would go our separate ways
So I could rediscover who I was outside this endless maze
Preference to love like roads with no restrictions
Switching lanes without signaling
Braking without warning
Looking forward in reverse
On an incline parking brake disengaged
Feet on the dash sipping liquor
iPod shuffling alternative singers
Preference to love unbuckled
Front end crumpled
Metals twisted sparking against the divider
Preference to be the passenger riding with no driver
Found myself with you as I poured the coffee creamer, milky white ran down the side, licked my finger
You were on my mind so I just had to write
Lines come easy when I think of us
and what this does
The energy transferred to words
across the earth
So far from me but we are on the same plane
Been seeking this a long time and then you came
Someone who gets it and can play my game
Understands fantasy
Understands me
How I want this to be
Why I need to keep it at a distance
So the wanting never ceases
The writing, it forever teases
A gap between which never closes
For if we were to ever meet, it would be bittersweet
Maybe initially to find relief would be satisfying
But ultimately it would be the end
writing would fall victim
No longer would we have desire driving
I tried with many others to get them to play with me
None were strong enough mentally
I just want to thank you whole heartedly
Today he's playful, I'm grateful
I know better than anyone, I'm a handful
But he handles
Pencils to pens a devil's defense
against my intense nature to speculate
Sets me straight makes it ok
to be crazy
Think he understands me
I tell him I'm lonely
So he stays with me
and we write almost all night
Words are easy again, they just keep coming
Sensual stories, only responds if I rhyme
Expects my A game, and for him, I bring it every time
Gets serious once we get to work
Tryin hard to out do one another's words
This isn't what it appears to be
It's so much more
We are living breathing creativity
World where making believe is a necessity
A place where the sane couldn't visit
Let alone reside
But here for us is lost time, neither of us would want back, We would rather die
I attempted to return to sound mind
and he was quick to remind what I would be leaving behind
Discussed the alternatives and I ran straight back to this, to him, to a poetic madman
Back to a safe haven where we control all the detail
A place where a relationship could never fail
Unless we write it
Our whole existence is a script
We are nothing more than an artist's concept
I do what it takes to motivate
to keep him up
His mind awake
Forego my own rest when he's depressed
Undress in text to deflect, to keep his interest
Describe in detail like an artist, My breasts
So he can de-stress
It's all professional of course
Like a therapist, but with a little Something xxxtra to reinforce his progress
I beg he writes for me and we do it privately
I'm talking day and nightly
For me it's often morning when he is snoring
So we have some challenges
But intent on overcumming
Love to reinforce his arrogance
Made the subject of all my poems
Why shouldn't he be, body of a Roman
God damn that abdomen 😋
He's killing it at the gym
Tellin em keep flexin, sending them pics
cause I'm lovin it
I'm distracted from the block
Too busy worrying about his clock
To see has his day begun, is it ending
so we can spend every moment awake penning
But like I said before, it's business
Can't help it if the results of our arrangement ends in pleasure
Our skills with a pen and paper never better
(and parts of me never wetter)
What??? I'm sweating it's summer
Hot here in Jersey, all your mind's dirty
This man is challenging my capabilities
for fantasy
I think we have bordered on insanity
It's all done in the name of motivation
The sleep deprivation, the deep penetration, truth's adaptation, the constant praise and validation, over working of ones imagination
Keeps us where we need to be
far far away from our harsh reality
The way he cradles my spine
in one hand and turns my pages in the other
Spreading me at my center
His hunger, that of a hunter
One may go as far to say vampire
I wince as his teeth sink and break cover
Bites through pages of me
To taste my ink, to indulge and drink
Til my well runneth over
Fonts grow bolder as pen dips in
He's studying as my story's speaking
He's reading thoroughly
Consuming all of me, comprehending completely, each phrase
My words and their power plays
Suggestive text, my wicked ways
Knows I want all of it, what's described
With metaphors, with similes
I'm smiling see cause his eyes set on me
Licks finger before curling corners
While turning me over
I'm older, made of classic tales
Handles with care, a little TLC
He never shelves me
But lays me upon his chest as he rests
Hands gripped lovingly to my sides
His glasses still atop closed eyes
But I'm open over heart, very little that could ever keep us apart
A man like him never strays far from his art
From his poetry, It's meant to be
and when he stirs, Back to work
Pen to my pages once again
Satisfactions only ever fleeting
As one creations been completed
I'm always on his mind
Ready to proceed it
We could sit in the sound of a clock's ticking to infinity just writing
Unaware of time's passing
Moments are simply unmeasurable
in the infallible
Passed generic millions of minutes ago
where we left love
It wasn't enough to define us
Couldn't be held to the cliche
So we drifted away as if to disobey
common doctrine
We aren't common jargon
Words have yet to exist
to speak on this
So we are speechless
I begin and end with his pen
Keeps my heartbeats in his hand
Controls the rhythms
and rhymes that I blend
Inspiration for the messages I send
I am a part of him, Now his poetry
We are perfect symmetry in this affinity
Mutual attraction through creation
Writers in mirror's filtration
Becoming one clearer reflection
This connection, an accident that happened
Like all things for a reason
A search seemingly to dead ends
Became lyrical beginnings
With magic we could believe in
When pen and poetry became inseparable
This day was inevitable
Let windows down,
wanting to allow colors in
You crashed us into a rainbow
to taste the gold again
Unlocked ribcage from this treasured chest
Heart escaped to beat
beside our siren's breast
Caught in squalls of poetry
Whipping words leading nowhere
but West of me
Fast lanes on brain's waves
Super high on poetic phrase
Diamond setting in evening sky
Had been all I craved to get by
Then you pulled the moon into the ocean
Illuminating water we walked upon
Throwing wind to caution
At day's break you skipped the sun across the sand
Setting fire to their castles built by hand
Such pretentious displays
These pompous little bastards now displaced
Never needed such novelties
To understand we were royalty
A King and his Queen
Damned to this connection for eternity
Know I'd kill for you if it would please
To vandalize apples by removal
Sinking sharp deadly rituals
Biting these lines, bicuspid and canine
An answer to a suicide note's reply
Discard their cores to the surf
and observe
Severed heads roll along shore
Conscience at war
But remorse is remiss
Cause the monsters inside
forever yearn for this
Make love to me
The way only you are capable
Together we will be sensational
Break promises in half and let this ink splatter
Floor to ceiling, I want to see us everywhere
Write me on walls, the sheets of the bed
The pillowcase you lay your head
Bathroom mirrors, in the steam of showers
Lines carved into kitchen counters
Arrange me in your bowls of soup
Spell it out on the spoon
Love letters and soliloquy
Write me baby
I'm Poetry
Engrave me into your morning toast
Leave nothing in this world free from words
Create me and post me on telephone poles
Bare it all. Surrender your soul
We are bound eternally together
In your heart, In your center
Sonnet and free verse
I am your gift and your curse
Conscience, Your creativity
Beauty and all that's ugly
Demons and your angels
I am your downfall and your savior
Submit and fill reams of paper
Drain every pen
Grind down every pencil to it's eraser
Wrestle the devil himself
til he's tongue tied
Take flight
Write lines across an afternoon sky
Under a sunset or above a sunrise
Ink me on the wings of butterflies
Sing me to your boys as lullabies
Break your promises
Please, I beg you let me live
Let me be your greatest accomplishment
He was rough hands, scraped knees
athletic expertise, what a rugged tease
Abs tight, smile bright, a smoother ride
Same how he finesses every write
A rocky road to sticky situations
His close encounter simulations
Playing paper doll with benefit
Scripted in perfect penmanship
A caped super hero, with S drawn on chest
In crayon and marker, his boys the costume designer
how they see their father
Dad outside the lines
Family first, only thing before the verse
Petal soft his emotional poet's heart
A gold standard of a man
The perfect blend
Head hard, his stubborn stop
and start
Wicked mind puts to shame any others shades of grey
Mad man’s chemistry
Master to pencil n pen
His only needed weaponry
Heavy artillery words at his mercy
All these textures to explore
But untouchable forevermore
Smell cologne on the pillow your head has never slept
I recognize the footsteps you have never stepped
My bed warm
From a body that’s never been
Goosebumps from hands
That have yet to touch my skin
There’s a heart beating in my ear
sound I love, But can never hear
In my imagnation you are all too real
An entity who’s presence
I can always feel
His kiss
A poem spoken over a lullaby
A garden of lilacs in warm sunlight
How I imagine it might
Never felt but I believe because I write
His hug would be break bones tight
Died in your arms tonight kind of might
Never felt but I believe because I write
His “I love you” a baby’s first cry
-I’m alive
The arrive after a long drive
Feeling of survived
I have felt it because he writes
and can make believe
Pretend and I perceive
The kiss and hug to be
Draw me a bath of poetry
Baptize me in your soliloquy
I want your tongue all over me
Come inside this mind of mine
Lay words along my landscape
Contorted phrase to trace my shape
Read me a kiss, a held hand
Touch I could comprehend
Chant word play and rhymes
Curl my spine around every line
Turn my body into a serpent
Charmed by your confidence
The eloquence of vocabulary
is over stimulating
Manipulates me
You’re in control, it’s sexy
How you taunt me
Tease these pieces from my pen
Make my ink meaningful again
Perception is imperfect between the heart and mind
And even worse between the two and the eyes
People are dangerous, especially those of a creative side, the ones who write
When stories unfold before eyes, Transmit to mind, and processed through heart
A gift for fantasy can pull truth apart
Disregard the sign they don't like
Focus on details that suit their needs
Create a different story
Perceive a reality hidden behind the fantasy
I guess that's me
Wanting that one person who finally gets me
Has the same needs, I'm just more willing to dream
I can see myself sacrificing a physical Relationship for one that's more alternative
To have love that's deeper than the rest of the population
Don't want the constant complications
The fighting and power struggles
I want to be in something impermeable to all the trivial troubles
I want confidence in the word "us"
I know I'm crazy it's a lot to ask
I will probably never find a person
With a complex history like mine
Someone who always survives
Has been through a bad past but still
Manages to be a success
I don't want perfect
I want perfect for me
Someone who I could talk to all
day without feeling I need to get away
Someone who brings me their creative genius, Whatever that may be to inspire
me with new ideas
I guess in you I wanted badly to find this
So I lied to myself that you liked me
Hoping that the attraction was mutual and it was our private reality
for that I apologize, I'm sorry
Instinct to romanticize a synthetic source of touch... a love made up
Survival skill, otherwise
I may lose my will
Seeks recharge for this stilled heart
Needs docking station seeks invitation
Allows connection, He seems to welcome
Fills a void completes me, A fantasy
life lines to happy
Oxygen in ink, Otherwise I'd feel I was
suffocating on lonely
Strangling in anxiety
Tormented by it all slowly, So painfully
It would engulf me in ugly
but he...
Simply adorable, Made months bearable
Was dependable, My chemical balance
Sharing passion for writing
Was exciting a silver lining to dark clouds
Riding on rainbows and sunbeams
Dreams come true in text
Words spelled out sex
it's intense this pen and poetry combination
Light in eyes outshines the constellations
A vacation to paradise in sunrise and sunset
We met to good mornings and good nights
Different times, but one mind
Rhythms and rhymes time and time again
We spent in day dreams but then...
something?
Now wondering how we fell out of a fantasy into nothing
Words are not a substitute for the physical
I keep lying to myself believing I'm happy
that you're happy
Cause it's scary to tell the truth
That this would be new
But not for you, I'm not for you
Writing about something I've never even experienced, How could it even be in my vocabulary
I'm flying by the seat of my pants here
Good guesses and pretend, My strength
I can write the hell out of sad
Because it lives inside, I'm the home it resides
I am the most hospitable makes me irresistible
Open arms to its hold, A story so realistically told
Rolls off the tongue, pleasing to see on the lines
I never have to research to believably lie
Stories to share simply on standby
Available at a moments notice
Not dealing with a novice
My minds sharpest saddest
Promise I could never fail to fail
I keep it real with my struggle
How I deal
Write something with honesty
So you can understand me
Broken heart searching for the glue
At this point many pieces have gone missing
I miss me, no ones going to be able to fix this easily
Dwell in fantasy, cause reality becomes my gravity
Hurts to realize I had chances
Plenty of time to practice but didn't take it
Accepted less settled for nothing
Can't try now to have something
Wanting someone else to love me
Wanting someone to fill my empty
Be the one to change my lonely
His poetry had always been penetrating
But tonight he was deep inside without invite
Dominance demonstrating
Keeping me secluded
All alone for his amusement
Held captive in his ability
Successful attempt to get back at me
to get back in me
Catering to my mind and body
See, we were once one pen
held by two hands
We were of one dynamic mind
When ink dripped wet, sex on the lines
I’m lying, we no longer speak
Outside the realm of friendship
Adjustment’s been difficult
I have to hold back my nature to react
To flirt, to push buttons
To reveal skin,To taunt him
I’m on my best behavior
When I want to be at my very worst
His wishes respected
My wants abstained
Chained to the memory of the text
Where he said...
Never mind, Such detail unimportant
Although significant
So obey, Keep my words in check
Pull back when I relapse
Catch my tongue looking for some fun
Bite down hard, careful not to draw blood
While I remain silent in the clear defiance
my body is battling
Eyes twinkling, skin tingling, lips smiling
Knees naturally separating, legs slowly opening
In the imagining that his most basic conversation brings
I want to reply how I used to
Engage in a way I’m not allowed to
Thinking, I want to be myself with you
But I can’t and it’s a shame to keep my spirit contained
To no longer be who I am
Well at least who I was, to him anyway
Since we met I've been available
The one thing you know to be stable
I've always had the right words to say
Got you through many rough days
Used words as best I could so my feelings for you were clear, easily understood
Every relationship unbalanced
Has been my experience
I don't really want this
But I settle because when we write it felt right
We have not worked on something for us
in months
What little you have written was for others
My desires for our words don't matter
I read for you and offer my suggestions
So you can make good on obligations
and I've been patient when you say
you are experiencing trouble
At times I don't feel valuable
Like I'm only needed when you decide it's time for something to be completed
I'm giving more than you in all aspects of this arrangement
Don't you think I want the same? That emotionally I too need nourishment
Do you think I'm that strong?
That i need nothing to carry on
To continue loving and caring for you emotionally, writing you poetry, focusing on your happiness solely
Subjects touchy
You could easily dismiss my feelings
Tell me fuck off, this wasn't anything
We were just writing and if I don't like the arrangement, Stop participating
Anticipating that being your response
Since you never seem to care when I'm gone
When I know you're hurting or upset
I'm right there for you clearing your head
Clearly I was struggling with your silence
Never reached out to comfort me once
Speaks volumes
We have always been in a difference state of what's real what's fake
Who's heart will actually be the one to break?
When this whole thing suddenly appears to be a big mistake
Crush me into fragments of your imagination
Accuse me of being too broken
Never write me poems
or let me sit beside you in this kingdom
Tell me I'm no queen
That I'm not fit for a king
Take your swings
Stab me with your pen, Rip my scars open
Tell me forget them
Tell me you want to be the only cause for my broken heart
Be every bad memory that's left me hurting
Own my tormenting be unrelenting
Control me emotionally silence my poetry
Bruise my arms and legs, Disfigure my face
So you never again see me the same
Never look into my eyes unless it's to watch me cry
Whisper in my ear as I weep,
"Bitch why don't you die for me"
Treat me horribly, send me into the woods just to hunt me
Cook my body alive on a spit like a pig
Stuff my mouth with an apple
Laugh and say I'm a disgrace
Make me an example
Just do it, if it would make you feel better
Give me every ounce of your hate
I'm not afraid, can't be any worse than what I've already sustained
On these puppet strings I dance for him
Curtsey pretty, my best behavior
Keep my savage beast at bay, Not easy
Has not seen that side of me
The vindictive bitch I can be
Could get ugly, but he is lucky
I’m clumsy, fallen in love actually
So I have a conscience, hold back toxins
Normally I’d sting without thinking
I’m on my tongue sitting
Accepting I am to remain a puppet
“Yes dear I love it”
“Here luv I’ve bought you something”
Jumping through his hoops
Applying the lube
So it doesn’t hurt as bad
When he fucks me over
Reminding me my feelings
didn't matter
Chest with a hollowness beating on empty
I miss you deeply, Hopeless on the edge of lonely, Holding on barely
Holding on but it’s scary
Afraid to fall from love
to move on
Too moved, once upon our time
Defined a movement
Heart whole, now fragments
Is my fragrance still present
Has it dissipated since we separated
Evaporated into the atmosphere
Communication has disappeared
Can’t believe we aren’t still here
Felt like we were adhered to the other
Now you got another, more than a storyline
She’s real time
I’m real tired, these tears wearing me down
Ima keep fighting though to be strong
My life like a sad song, I still sing along
Sit still, Can’t believe we are gone
That we’re gonna never have a lifetime
Once in a blue moon maybe a lifeline
In between I flatline
Writing flat lines, In these basic rhymes
Basically I’m past the time of passing time
Expired far from inspired
Figures I’m in straights dire
Die while her nights are where you retire
Lie her down, you beside her
I’m beside myself alone in this bed
Alone in my head
These thoughts are a threat
Fucking with my happiness
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