I was authentic

Real.

I satisfied the cravings you desired.

Not enough?

Skin on skin the only perceived love.

Skin on skin, precious words realised.

Skin on skin only for a moment.

 

I worked long hours,

24 hour shifts,

Just to replenish happiness.

Not enough?

You ran,

Without looking back,

To the person that left you.

 

Lust can be dangerous,

It has a way to overpower love.

I drenched this page with emotions.

Emotions are to be set free.

 

Poetry my gateway for realise.

Poetry where fear has no existence.

Poetry heals my broken heart.

 

Each line has a drop of my blood,

Sweat drips from my throbbing head.

Tears gently glide down my face,

Poetry is my passion.