I feel like an addict. I whispered as I fell asleep by myself Waking up in shivers and zero responses to my pleading for help. I’m normal, I’m honest Sitting beside a two-week headache and a toilet of vomit Telling my Tylenol I’ll be back before dawn. Another broken statement soaking in promise. My mind’s a loitering bomb, the hopeless subconscious. My most genuine curse is never being sorely immodest. You make me trust, and make me love you Wrap your arms around my kudzu My battle armor cast in blood, the vagabond of listless lust. You’re the art of war to my Sun Tzu Dragging on, my past is gone. Just catacomb the ambiance Grabbing on to massive oars to run across the transient. Summer’s dawn is halcyon. A cup of coffee. Allocate the demitasse, and pillow talk your champion. Touching softly. Rugged often, my flesh peels off when I’m around you. Come with trigger warnings, and oxytocin. Purple-flavored dulcet moans, Coach your climax until you’re gone. We left our mantras and conscious open Erotica, the constant dosage Our Jupiter’s and Venus forged Carbon copy, and common stories Almost called derogatory hear the demons speaking for me. We want peace, and peace and glory But what brought peace is knowing Thieves only steal things worth hoarding. The mana source. The chakra pouring. Muladhara. I want more. Kehlani to your body. Roar growling and the sounds explored. You look good on paper, and good in person. My only failure is mine alone. Flushing out the ill-behavior. To amputate and cut off the source. This faucet drain pumps blood no more. It’s just stained.