There’s a love I have, that I can’t trust.

A lover, a husband, a friend in one.

I am a life destroyer and mimic all my old selves.

I am a lovely mess, and a confessional poet.

I want to be playful with my scars.

An evolution.

I want eyes that see, what others do.

I want hands that knit and touch and love.

I am a soul of old hearts.

I am in love. I am involved. I will evolve.

I need space to spill this venom.

No need to share the filth.

A body. A fever.

I want to walk into the sun. Swallow its light, and burn.