audience
please,
let me have this moment.
to be
myself.

this is for love.

I wish you understood it,
this pitching, unprotected
(Chlamydia +) l.o.v.e !
I have boiling.

my fingers
are wet for the undercooked
boy.

Jury, you must
understand this; I am someone
wasted with poetry. but I
am not lovesick

(I am not sick of love!)

it is something cosmic and
extraordinary! his words are
right out of tree roots and binary.

please don't, take him from me
now. I am not ready
just yet.

.

a/n: do you see?.