Just Me

When I was young I would wonder about

Love and sex

Nowadays I think about it

As if there is nothing else

Before, however

It was all just

Made up stuff in my head

Now it’s

Painful memories, regrets

Mistakes, mixed with

Blissful peaks and heaving waves of

Cumulative joy spreading through me

As if I am now

Made of love,

Forged from sex

Lmao, man

I almost sound

Self-important

All of these daydreams

All of these fantasies

All of the romance

The main thing in common

Is that I get to pretend to be

Someone else

Introduce myself as someone

You might want to know

Whether it’s youthful daydreams

Or in-person desperate clinging

The most important ingredient

Is the fantasy of being

More than just

Me


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