⚓ Captain ⚓

Stagnant control in menial states which deficate the pleasure from discomfort. I needed you last night, fighting the pillows like last time; mending the simple satire of opulence against hollowed thoughts of love and lust. These are the empty poems I leave for you to sight at first light with stubborn cheeks against silk sheets. Forever we are intertwined like voyages at sea through paths of miles and always running into each-other. I found righteousness inside of love as I waved you farewell through jealous spite and cried myself to sleep most nights till the waves would crash and I’d find you in the fight. God loathes your insecurities; toned to locks inside of hope. I miss you like the sea.