Forbidden Treasure

He could have scratched his itchWith one of the many women in this worldWho justifiably enjoy casual sex.Instead, he thought it would be more funTo see if he could breakThe heart of a demisexual. Now, I am at the centre of his debate;Of whether he loved meOr merely lusted over my body.I regret that I

Fragile Perfect Memories

I wish you could give us more time; I have a chest of memories Of untainted perfection That will be injected With sadness and loss The moment you Decide to Turn the Page. Let Me try And capture Butterflies in Ink and pencil marks So in future they may Carry our love in open Skies