I'm a genius bad ass,

I destroy the mass;

of the poetic world-class.

Sometimes. I smoke sickly green grass;

sometimes, I deeply inhale laughing gas.

What do I have to pass?

The muddy morass?

Or the hardly depressed jackass?

I shimmer like golden brass;

do you really want to impress?

Then, have a press on the express;

terms of my eternal success.

I adore watching the kinky sassafras;

my whole gestalt metamophorsis to a beautiful mess.

Sometimes, more. Sometimes less.

I'm the humanic-lyrical overpass.

All I wanted was you.

I tried to pursue,

but I wish I knew

you didn't want me too.

My feelings were true,

but I tried to subdue.

I guess my love was overdue.

Because of me, you flew

far away from me into

the unknown, to something new.

I guess you outgrew

me, and I had no clue.

You faded fast out of view,

and I wish I could just undo

it all now that we're through

and I'm left feeling blue.

Bitten lips press against tender skin

Feeling the anguish radiating sin

She responds, much to my chagrin

By leaning back and inviting me in.

We dance so passionately slow,

You letting me decide the tempo,

As we continue until you show

That you are ready for me to go.

I leave abruptly without a kiss,

Though I think about your lips

Looking at me, uttering a low hiss,

Saying how I'm who you'll always miss

I wish I had given you my might

And shown you you're all mine

They found you, bruised and alight

And now I'll think about is that night.