Being romantic 

When I was young,  I was told to show my self to only those who opened my gates. 

To flood them and in gulf them until their lungs drowned in my scent. 

To wash their face with myself until their eyes dripped with my insights and their mouth mumbled quotes from my life. 

Drown them until their bullies where filled with me and they floated at my touch.

I would be transparent and trusth worthy until i was polluted by them. 

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