A Young Girl's Poetic Entity

5th floor at Silk Avenue

I needed me.
All this time I just needed me, me to love myself, to realize the beauty.
The beauty in the way he speaks to me, holds me mentally, emotionally, makes my whole mind feel free but that was all just poetic.
A dream.
Life came with him and I let it leave with my gift.
It hurt all this time and all I did was ignore.
Ignore the feeling.
Ignore the pain.
Ignore the people.
Remain sane.
I then find it quite difficult to let go.
Too attached perhaps.
I just wanted his affection, his late night calls and all his attention.
Is it that important? after all he knows my worth, could I give him my all? he surely knows his worth too.
Boo let's keep it locked cause we on a level of our own.
5th floor at Silk Avenue.

(Uncover the window,
and come on cover me)

A piece of me.
A piece of you.
If it is just my intuition feeling some typa way I do not ever want to change it.
Knowing I'm not in this alone warms my stoned heart.
Paragraphs of him turning into novels I swear I could qualify just from this satisfying spark.
5th floor at Silk Avenue.
I remember as if it happens now.
Myself and the flawless lad.

~Blaccllowturgré.