Poetry by me

Call it love?

What do you call it?
Me? I call it love.
Why?
All from the stars above.
The air we breath the stairs to leave
I want to know how much to grow
You leave i stay cause you want it that way
You walk and i talk and it still wont stay
Healing energy on me
Calling it love wont set you free
The dun the clouds the sky
I am not evan sure why
The fealing in my chest
Is clearly doffrent from the rest
I let the last one go
In to the ynknown so slow
Healing numbers as gravity falls
Letting those steal balls roll
I dont want to text you
Call or speak to you as i am fine
So will you be in time
Everyone knows im do e so why dont you
Its not love its ownership
So from my raised glass ill sip
Sip it all and drop their mic
It is april fools syke