he waved with friction
angst and a spiked attitude
emotions driven
successfully ridden
he knew his way
gravitating with force
killing with torque
i knew his mean
was never quite mean
his words of sultry
they’d always be there
like the touch of his feet
softness of his eyes
he dazed in confusion
lost himself in a vision
an apartment of resentment
i told myself i’d never beg of anyone
but i stood in his kitchen
losing myself for a moment
an hour and maybe the rest of it
i don’t regret it
i never wanted to hurt him
i’ve always loved him
his eyes, his nose
the beat from within chest
how he used to make me die
in subliminal happiness
we were two
when i was one
when i was lost
and i couldn’t find it
but i found it within him
it was true
and it’ll be
if it’s meant to be
forever and always