i am angry with you. i am at peace with you. i am helpless and distraught over you. i am my happiest with you. i am confused with you. i am safe with you.. i am masked with you.
i want to feel your every intention, to inhale your last inhibition, to let go of my uncertainty through the motions of you holding me as if you're too afraid to let me go, i want to not worry, to feel your soul dance with my own, nice and slow
i want for you to be more than just potential, i want for you to be the first man to unleash this love, the first to touch themselves for me
i never dreamed you leave in the summer, you were supposed to be my sunlight in august, you're the silence that fills my mind at 2:59am, and the tears that meet my eyes at 3:01am, let me hold you..
what you need from me is a burden to give, i shall not want, i am stuck in my own disarray, not knowing if i've been led astray by what i begged to be purity in your eyes, or if i'd blinded my own eyes to give myself to you..
who taught me that you're safe?
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Songs of Milan
PoesiaAn anthology of beautifully whimsical, grown up poetry by Milan. A. Get ready to bask in the sensual words of my poems.
