Coming back to my skroll with gel pen in hand
"I really, really like you" echoes in my head again
just like it did then, when we said it & meant it
as we made footprints in the ocean sand.
& what did we do diving right in? so early WAY too soon.
What a fantasy way to begin & now I'm spinal twisting,
praying for it just not to end.
So, I'm internally erasing each err, eliminating those evils from
*holds heart* right here.
Escaping inward for insight, self-love, and clarity,
expelling bad habits/memories & that junk shall be
cornered & crunched down-cold in a confine
I'm not allowing a re-run or trying to act divine,
or attempting to pressure you when I say I want you to be mine
I'm not grasping for guidance, I know I deserve to enjoy you and have fun
But for now I must plant my seeds, many things I must get done
I'm taking my stance & when I fully bloom, you'll witness
my transcendence, I promise! I have faith in this!