This is what I want the audience of this poem to...
1. I’ve cried more in the past month that i’ve...

Amidst provocative costumes,
and scary masquerades...

Its not okay to say you love me,
why waste your time writing...

Some women
rise,fall and rise again...

They are nights
I still wake up...

I never thought
your body would be...

Nowadays,
nothing seems impossible...

You tend to hide your eyes
from mine, but I always find...

As I sit here,
listening to the cars...

They say perfection
doesn't exist but...

I wish someone
would've warned me...

Happiness is an immature man.
he comes often around, promising...