The first time I met her,
I dismissed her because
I was still in love with my first.
But she intrigued me with her wit and soul, sometimes she came off bold but I could tell something in
her words came from the ways of old. My inception into her world
was some what cold, beef with
wack dudes is how it would unfold,
I pushed away and rebuked her when they called me poet, "fuck that I'm just an artist." she gave me her pen and I wrote to her in my dreams, vivid and sexual we are. I'm still feeling her out in this 5 mon love affair, shit I'm finally starting to fall in love with poetry.