I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit

I loved someone and they hurt me They hurt me like I designed them… You don’t know hell Until you’ve created your own

I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee

Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end

We’ve reached the acme of intimacy When I taste like you And you taste like me

I missed out on Our baby’s clues I didn’t feel Her in your womb But now she’s here

I’ve never wrapped My mind around Making you feel Seen, heard, and found I didn’t know

You create yourself Then see better solutions Cue evolution

Shake your ass Make a pass And let’s get down to business I’ve never seen A better dream

She is the one I call my life And nothing like Her sweet and spice So if you want

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

I knew I loved you When I looked in your eyes Recollection of places Not seen in a while Bright, sunny, and free

I know we have a special bond Because we can’t help get along Find pleasure in the naughty songs And all the rights within our wron…

Let me make Home for you That rivals Kathmandu Hugs, kisses

Martins are a special breed Set apart from rest, indeed Took me in when was in need Of a home and love extreme