Telepathy. How you were like poetry to My mind. The ache that became sweet as a kiss. Just your frame alone. And your intellect on my mind. I been feenin over time. I guess I'm a zombie. Love you to chunks. Yeah I was mad but your text surprise me. And I normally hate surprises. But you like the cheesecake I just couldn't resist of trying. That taste bittersweet. Caramel smooth the way you were stuck inside my mind. Haunted by the tenacious fever that used to be mine. Yet slowly ignite. The way you had me like I love the way. All the damn time. Wanting you I didn't want to force. I just wanted your heart to belong with mines. But love is blind. Just dedicated to the bittersweet definition of x and o. I want to know. Is this uncertainty of a spark or softness that feels like heaven that I just want to cherish and hold. Cuz you speak to my soul in ways I can not control. Cuz control itself has became a fool. What rules? Fuck the rules. When it's obvious I make you like a river. Just a line can your candy rain shake and quiver. You text me. I text back. Sended. Sealed. Delivered. Uncertainty can be a fruit. But I know my words paint this picture. Yet love and beauty is my canvas. Yes you can imagine. How i must feel. When words become reality. But my pen idly seek softness like you still. Yes you are that OG fine. Real recognizes real. My attention is a rarity. But it's still lost in the idea of you still.