Tulip
I’ve been slowly realizing
That I am my own favorite person.
I entertain myself better than anyone.
I play myself love songs,
With lyrics I wrote.
I paint how I see,
With my own eyes.
I laugh at my own jokes,
Often the hardest, often the most.
I love sharing me with her,
She loves me, and when I share
She Radiates.
When she does,
I am consumed with my own love.
She made me realize
I am not dirty, but rather
A dense bulb, a ball of
Pure energy.
It feels amazing to be
A flower
Married to the Sun.
Flowers, though,
Are a bit lonesome.
I love being by myself
My thoughts are my only true home.
I love performing someone else
Performing myself, would be
Preposterous.
The sheer thought
Of being exposed
Being vulnerable
To all these other people’s opinions
Would kill me !
So naturally
I stay home, I stay closed
Off on my own.
I bloom for my Sun,
But at night
I close up,
Seeking a charge from
Somewhere internal
My lips, curled inward
Caressing myself, keeping warm
Preserving my powers until
My sun comes home.
Ditto… lol moi&me= BFFs!!!