The Emotionless

To London

To Tailand

To Paris

My gut suffered with Ramen, Red Bull, and spite

My expectations amount to nothingness 

Only chaos 

My internal turmoil

A twisting in between my many personas

Lavender fever

I scornfully reminisce my previous lover

His words roll over my skin like silk

A tantalizing breath laced with ecstacy 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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