Slow burn, slow hit, quick thoughts,
like flies in spider webs getting caught,
even if they bought a vest protecting them,
they still always end up stuck and sucked dry in the end,
you said you need to come here again, true,
i quietly agreed with every word you
tonight spoke as true, maybe again,
i am looking too much into it, another over extend,
she's always been the friend, the love,
i speak freely cause i care less when others judge,
i've had enough with second guessing and hating,
love yourself, then others, or it'll get frustrating,
while others are mating, you'll sit at home,
writing out anything that graces your dome,
all alone your cat will pass and there will
be one there to keep you away from the windowsill.