Desire

I want to turn into everything,

the world,

the woman,

the love.

One heart,

One home,

One refuge.

To be the only One.

To be spiritually bounded,

I know craving higher divinity is a little narcissistic.

Feeling like a demon,

I give myself all the treats,

chocolate indulgence,

infinite release.

“If you can keep up with me, lowkey you can have it”

But ¿what if even I cannot keep up with my restless drive?

¿Selfish?

I want to hear all the sweet delightful pick up lines,

give me every affirmation any time I glance at your letters.

Praising that I am calm and enlightened,

only until I have lost my validation card.
Serve me more of my fix,

tell me I am the embodied Goddess.
Nothing is ever enough,

when what is hungry is my ego.
Instead of feeding my soul,

I keep fishing for drama,

to make my story hold.