Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

We might be just a bit fucked up And, God, I hope that’s true ‘Cause that means life is nothing… The deepest passion’s hue

I give you an inch You try for a mile I’m glad I spoke up And still made you smile

Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life

Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

If this world’s taught me nothing… It’s that you have to fend for sel… From gnashing teeth and twisted mo… Or sneaky fox in the hen house

We were having the time of our liv… Two friends seeking joy We bonded over the basest things Doughnuts, kerosene, and Playboys

I feel you You feel me Our love happens eventually With an up down Turn us round

We were formed In relation To this world Our creation

It’s really hard to get inside My inner circle, past my spies But if you think it’s worth a try You just might find a paradise

Always lived a life that’s been Filled with devils, marked by sin Never thought my darker side Be the thing that brings you light

I’m in the darkness You can’t intervene It’s just what I need For light to shine clean

To see the best of me Play a symphony That moves my feet

What if I watched with no judgement or saw without shame, nurtured your essence behind drawn shades?