Loneliness harassing me,Voids like mosquitoes sucking my peace.
Thoughts like blood flowing out with poisonous aroma of gloominess.
In a defense,I shot the words on foreheads of these depressive army.
I burned them with my ink,and wrote love story with their ashes.
The loves story of myself with me,I started flirting with my soul.
It blushed.we became close everyday,one night we kissed
Until my breath turned into inhalation of stars and exhalation of orgasms.
I need no one now..just me and my soul…turning pages to explore grammar of the language self love.