emc poetry

Twenty three

has taught me

how to be free

and feel the need

to fly unoccupied.

Somewhere in the sky

I came to find someone new

and bold, electric.

Feelings I can’t ignore

Feelings I’m still unsure.

I thought I’d be mad

Hating the fact of another man.

But with him I don’t mind it

With him I almost crave it.

It’s a delicate delusion of fear

I’m nearly ready for.

-emc