'With every sunrise
I see those eyes
Wondering
Drifting
Trying to spot those lies
Between the hellos and painful goodbyes
I ask myself,
Why?
Do I try
To embrace the tempting of my thighs?
Or the whif of that apple pie?
Who am I?
With every passing thought
A piece of me, dies.
But in, Closing
This is my final act
I'm tired of posing
and proposing
and disclosing
and exposing
Hoping for a change
But With us
I must
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To Him, With Hate
Poetry"To Him, With Hate" is a chapbook of 6 poems and 2 bonus ones that speak on past, present and future love and the complexity of emotions, fun times and overthinking. It follows the set up of "parts of a letter" because it's one big letter that neve...
