Poem #367

Love, you cannot speak of it
when you’ve only ever loved yourself.
How can you worship,
how can you protect,
how can you care,
how can you lust,
and how can you yearn
when you’ve only ever admired your own reflection?

Unfortunately for me,
you keep my address on you at all times
so whenever you hit the bottom,
the devil knows exactly where to put you back.

Don’t forget that my first novel is available on Amazon: Little Rebellion
Also you can get my poetry books: Rehab and Identity crisis