#thiswaswrittenveryquickly

Back into the depths of my,

Midnight mind

To gather thoughts

And bring them

To you on your whim

Never

To collect my own pleasures

And resurface at my own

Desire

I never felt

Sure

That you were

Sure

And that I was enough

But you were beautiful

And you said I was gorgeous

A rose in your garden

But you don’t pick the flowers

That you want to grow

You water them,

And so you wanted to keep me

Pinned Inside your pocket

But the silk of your suit