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