Another one from the Bad Poetry series... wrote this very drunk after I kissed a boy for the first time at 25, finally coming to terms that I am in fact a 💁‍♂️ (the drama I know). Thought I’d lure you in with a 💦🪤... Happy Pride 😘🌈 THE THIEF Broken dreams lie like promises On grounds where I once laid Where teenagers sang songs of lovers And broken hearts exposed trust bestowed Flames of lust consume my soul Breathed hunger into life Lost adolescences exposed Vanquished like damsels with no distress Drive fought frontiers detained Ambition broke mental prisons Maturity forced built facade Welcoming images of a once blackened heart Metronome routines ticked time astray Lifeless in the poison of mollified years Impetuous choices broke my restrain The thief was a friend, freeing this heart from destain (If you actually read this... thank you ❤️🖤❤️)