The Jackpot.

25 January 2017

I took advantage of you,
I couldn't help it....but you'll never know.
Because I fell in love with how you made me feel,
and I ran with it.
It was my escape from the real world.
I couldn't help but to take advantage of it.
You were the source of my adrenaline.

Endless poetry was written in between my days.
Thoughts of you kept me entertained.
Invested.
I woke up with new ideas for 3 months, straight,
On how to show my appreciation for you.
On how to stir up the best meal for that face to face encounter opportunity.
Like I could never speak enough to prove you wrong.
...that you were (no) good for me.
Get on my level then,
Or let me love you exactly where you're at.
so I can explain what you mean in this cold world.
Just what your warmth means to me,
As you spread your embers all across my body.
You're a volcano that erupts in my heart,
Overflowing...words on my paper.
Beats of my heart.
Rolling off my tongue.
You were the thunder that lit my skies
for seconds at a time.
Yet I couldn't catch you.
You were too wild, too unsure.
Creating waves between us instead.
So I'll ride and take advantage of the feels.
To be a better poet. A better cook. A better person.
Still, up until this day.
Still, for the rest of my tomorrows.
I was free falling, free floating
in an unexpected timeframe.
I took advantage of you, because I fell, hard.
But I got up again to run with it.
That's the only thing I could do with it...