I created koda
He is not me
Just a boy
Without aim
A black hole
Of a guy
I'm Alesha
And koda
Is the other
Half of me
He's the kind
Of guy who
Cares too
Much or
Too little
He hurts
He cries
He makes
Me feel worthless
But I'm not him
I am me
And I want to
Give her my
Name
So she can
Call me by hers
And I can
Call her by mine
Alesha
Alesha
That's my name
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Fruits
PoetryA Collection of Poems on Love, Longing, & Loss written on my journey through pain, nostalgia and love. "but all times my thoughts are filled with stories of other kodas."
