Poems from mesykes.2019
you claim to be a “grown-ass man”, but in order to be
considered a “grown-ass man” you should
be able to live with yourself
be able to...
November’s fires heat my face to flushing-
the glow of autumn awakens
the cinders in my heart and
whispers a lullaby to the
ants beneath...
because i love you i will
let you be your own and myself mine,
rather than suffocating you-
while we may be made of the same star dust
you...