I crave so much intensity,
I’ve been feeling real swiftly lately.
A natural feeling of suppressing feelings
When I own too many
and can’t bottle them.
They are so plenty that my heart
Just wants to give itself away,
To later on,
say nineteen-twenty,
feel just about halfway empty.
I desire the absolute most,
Becoming the host of a fallen shore
At the most beautiful coast.
That’s when I saw the ghost of
A deeper connection more than just
Something Sexual,
beyond
explanation upmost regretful
A simple debut of sensation that I think
Is called love.
I swear I deserve it,
but the oddsmakers are contrary
to my decent request of exemplary
love and affectionate service
because,
I’m simply scared of giving in my all.
Being closed in between two thick walls,
Falling so deep for you,
then fallout, and call out for you then
realizing you
was simply a mistake I met at the ball.
all my all would’ve just drained deep in sync
We wouldn’t be in sync.
and just tripping wouldn’t be just me
it would be both of us calling it quits
as the circle repeats.
I am in a dead end sleeping
to forgive and forget
those nights we slept in, and
cuddle watching Netflix
while talking about aliens
and touching intimate skin.
Watching stars that went away at 11:11
With a moon kiss
making wishes contemplating our deepest dreams with whisky
I just wished our love wasn’t so risky.
12.25.17