Analysis of Him

Blame
All the way to suspecting
Sharpening blades of hating
Made of gold
Your eyes are amazing
As hands slide down my thighs
I think of our lost summer nights
Alone in dark like quiet lake
My feelings are spilling out mistakes
What we make
Shape me into your Aphrodite
Your knife in my back
Feel words in my heart
Heat is hitting my head
Nothing makes me more upset
The stare up and nor or down
North I'm going with my spam
Poems that wrote was a scam
Then reminded of vivid dreams
Butterflies are settling on my skin
Void has filled ceiling
No more thoughts were receiving
Messages sent, unopened and expired
Milk in my virgin blood of loving
I quit and you got hired