“Your teeth are whiter,” he said to me.

I want to write a book of poetry.

When you love someone, you see them glow

Even in parts of them, that do not grow.

I read a quote once whilst on a scroll

It said, that which you love, when you first meet someone

Becomes that thing you hate, right near the end.

I hope you don’t find me

So strange. Even with the things I say; the things I leave, What’s left untouched.

You see, sometimes

Inspiration, well, she leans on me.

It’s just

Motivation: who knows where she goes?

Does she open the door,

Let one toe out first?

She grins in the night like a cat, while you sleep.

She knows you chose the bed over your dreams.

One day, I know, I’ll sail the sea,

A soup of words, one day, you’ll see.