Reflections

if i see myself in you

do you have that same streak

that leads me astray,

or is my paranoia only punishment

for my back door deeds

His conflicting thoughts about me showcased themselves across the table, he feared me yet wanted to be with me. I understood his turmoil because I felt that way about myself

The Hearts Maturity

my heart became vintage as the memories of us decomposed in my mind

The Siren

once he dipped himself in my honey he developed an addiction for my taste

Reflections

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