There's something about the velvet red of the moon that makes me insatiable for you. A addict to a flutter. Butterflies exist tearing me apart and rebuilding me all over again. Just at the thought of you. My ideal of home safety and my personal oasis in you. My everything in a sultry form. The design that only one glance can bring me to tears. Because to me you were always art. And you never knew why. That uncertainty is a phobia. But still I am always possibly stuck on your brain. The tattoo that never rinses off. Folks upset you. And I go delirious ripping and tearing possibly chomping at the bit cuz for you and only you I'm the phrase I'd go insane. Oblivious to everything but you. Yes you say my name is kryptonite maybe wolfsbane to me. But in my subconscious always to me it's the sweetest music yet I go ww III maybe IIII just to protect the definition of mines even though you hesitantly said I wasn't yours but often for that split second in your subconscious I became that. I'm the possibility. Maybe your everything. Yes I'll wait. Patience for became a bittersweet habit that burns the essence of time. I left a ex once cuz it was obvious you stayed on my mind. I mean normally I don't catch feelings. Emotions are a complication of mines. But with you it's been three years and this year 2026. Me quitting my job. And you telling me not to stay because of you. Became a scar of mines yet I wear it like a tattoo. The idea of poetry is a mistress to me. But you even though you surrender me over to someone else. Still burns for you to be still this fever for this heart of mine. Just friends. You say. No. You were always and only the real true love of mines. And dreams of you always become my bittersweet demise.