Because of how many poems I’ve written about you
I now know
That
I fell for you
And sure
Maybe it is just
Your body
And the way
You orgasm
And the way
You feel in my arms
Afterwards
But
I know now
That I fell
For that
I will
Miss you
And the way that you cum
Greatly
I couldn’t tell you that
With the spoken word
So I hope
That I expressed it
With the way that I touched you
And with the way
I’ve used you
For my muse
I
Am sorry
For
Everything
They say that I have a hard face And that I am guarded They say that I am rough around the edges They say I have opinions And that I am a little different They tell me that I am difficult And that my
I have one friend Who is jealous of my single life With all my dates and stories But he Has a good job And a good wife And a good home And a good daughter And a son on the way He doesn’t see it But I
There’s a poetry night coming up here in a few days But my hands are too shaky to write And my body is too broken to fight My mind is too wild to sit still And my will fell ill awhile ago And the ego
