Can I write you every day?
I don't know.
A poem might be
just two lines
or it might be a lifetime.
It might be a confession
or it might be a concession.
It might be an ask
or it might be a tell.
How would I know
what these words want from me
to ask of you?
How can I turn this thing
into action?
Suppress vulgar me
and find salvation
in transcendent you.
Is it the other way 'round?
Maybe I'm the base
and you're the acid
I'm meant tone down.
Or
I'm just another whore.
And maybe, just maybe
you're a proper locked door.
Can I write you every day?
I don't know.
A poem might be
just two lines
or it might be a lifetime.
It might be a confession
or it might be a concession.
It might be an ask
or it might be a tell.
How would I know
what these words want from me
to ask of you?
How can I turn this thing
into action?
Suppress vulgar me
and find salvation
in transcendent you.
Is it the other way 'round?
Maybe I'm the base
and you're the acid
I'm meant tone down.
Or
I'm just another whore.
And maybe, just maybe
you're a proper locked door.
