Ruined Sheets:
Shaking hands grabbing at sweating skin.
But we didn't shake because we were anxious.
We shook because we were afraid
Desperate and heated,
Unsure and just wanting
Something that didn't feel so
Fucking lonely for once.
So we shook together.
~J.K.M.
Me?
"I take what I want" you said,
A solid, assured disposition that
Surely hid something
But the question burning me
Is what you want to take.
Do you take nothingness because it's
What you want,
Or do you want me?
~J.K.M.
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1. An Implication (Poetry)
PoetryPoetry for humanity. A collection of thoughts. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, not even words can explain the complications in ones head." ~J.K.M.
