exist with me.

oh the sweet desire

to acquire such love

that seems more than skinny.

a solid query as to why

the brain vandalizes

the endearing thought

of such a thing?

yet your enigmatic smile

with your stoic composure

adds to the question i ask,

“who really are you?”

but i seem like

nothing but a hypocrite

to ask such a question

i can’t answer for

myself

so kill two birds with one stone

with this deepened love,

in order to answer our invading thoughts

and to be at peace with ourselves.