#lightpoem

Love is like walking on tight rope.

Yes, you should care.

But don’t care too much that you are hanging on too tight.

But don’t care too little that you are apathetic.

I don’t know what true love is.

But I try, every day, to walk the tight rope and strike the balance

So that I am always standing beside you

Not above or below.

You are good at the things I am not good at.

I am good at things that you’re bad at.

We fit the jig-saw puzzle together- a very cheesy metaphor

But cheese is good, especially with crackers

And maybe you’re the cracker to my cheese

No, I get to be the cheese because this is my poem

I have yet to figured out how to handle pleasure, I tend to overindulge.

Pleasures

Comfortable bed. Good food I eat,complain to.

Like they use to have better fries. Her thighs give me butterflies, but her face, what am I, cut her waist, her Butt had lied, and said it was more attractive, then face , butt a lie, females, beauty distractive , sometimes from time, I overindulge, Spirit dims, body wins control, People on social media, I overindulge

People,places,faces,like it, swipe this ,swipe , swipe this , screen I just, fein , attention mention , mee.

Back to screen, pop up, on my , feed.

Watch me, EAT. Thank you. Now I receive, name notification, Love'em, validation, Now I’m high feel good, Elevation , what a peak.

But there’s higher mountains. Higher Peaks. And I speak. Just to teach.