Lust for Light

Fear falling

Tearing shaken

Beauty Hate

Clothes shirt, top

Eyes heart heart eyes

Hold me hold me hold me

Hand cold as ice

Mind me

Live laugh lust

Something rust

Lust for Light

Fear, falls me

holds me

With cold hands

Twisting my eyes

And tearing my lust.

Hiding underneath

It's shirt

Beautiful,hate

Appearing like

don't let your mind skate

            The reason behind me writing the poem is that I recently made a poor choice in my personal life. Which reflected in me being fearful and mistaken love for lust. Did I find beauty in the moment or did I hate myself for being so stupid. I kept over thinking and overthinking what I did for the past three days, so I came up with this. I ended up not letting fear win and embrace that moment.