Too Much To Handle

These days I am loving TikTok more Then writing my poems, ouch! My body is not like meat, Ready to be eaten, without fear Of contamination, harsh words indeed My body my temple, my Floribbean honeydew But tonight, my room seems crowded The side chicks, the XX's and there you are..... John crow I should indeed say: My poems are messages from me to myself, I am calmer tonight more than any ocean The Pacific Ocean has nothing on me, Even though it’s the most dangerous than any other ocean: Writing about one's pain can bring out the best in my work Pain forces you to go on a journey of self-discovery (quote) I forget my true self when I am in love: whom am I really? I am a with a switch, A past that was never attractive, only my illusions. I thought that you were my king of my castle Tomorrow I shall be sober, from the wine I didn’t drink, then I will make some adult decision.