collection of me being a silly goose (poetry)

i can't sleeeep

Make me yours. Mark me, marry me, maim me.
Grant me the pleasure of being all yours
Because the only way I can combat these sleepless nights
Is through the knowledge that I belong to those chasmic eyes:
Eyes that I can fall into, the pupils that I find myself lost in.

Oh, please, I proffer myself to you, please make me yours.
I would do anything, anything to just graze your face,
To just share the smile that I yearn for every hour.
My love ever strengthens for you, my darling.
Thus, permit me to rejoice in the touch of your beautiful hair,
Each golden strand so perfect: tresses I would suffocate myself with.
Make me yours within your eyes, that I could finally drown in,
Do anything you want to me, as long as I can be yours.

i just really like her teehee ^-^

published first on march 3 2023

a/n 10/2/24: just learnt chasmic isnt a word recognised by google (it has red squiggles beneath it...) also i should publish more "her" poems jokingly fr