Poetry is the mistress but I'm a zombie just to creep to fill a void. This lonely ache. My ink drip. One line breathes and it's my lungs. Love burning red yet I just write for a smile maybe a giggle. Goodtimes. Better days. This itch comes. The scratch like fever. Thoughts pour out. My heart spills to the floor. You catch it. My pen is my only weapon cause I'm just voiceless. Yet free by quick rhymes and a blank page. Heaven is when a line comes to me. Got me like a rockstar when a fan saids this matters. Poetry is a mistress. But Love is this jealous wife but I keep coming back. One line is the bread. Somewhere again and again. A dream drowns a heart belongs. Positivity is the crown I fight to keep. Peace still learning to lay down the sword. Angry but I just want the poison outta my veins. But I don't need to switch a dictator for a wicked savagery. She's the gravity. That flicker of light that I just wanted to put in a jar like she the only firefly I wanna burn for. She's oxygen to my universe. She's that bittersweet center. Constellation us cancer and Gemini cusps hit different move different be different. Changes I attempt desperately. Poetry is my mistress. Love is my wife. Somehow this keeps saving me