It’s me….when your alone, sad, and vulnerable, I’m who you seek….allow me to caress your conscious and cleanse your soul as we weep…when you stumble, I’ll scream, “fuck being humble”….and when we crumble, oh we will crumble….I’ll be breaking your heart trying to show you how much I love you…I love you…YOU!! The you who cries inside everytime you smile…The best version of you, the lesser version of you…It’s me…..Mr. Fuck how you feel…we gonna fuck how you feel…I’m a servant to your love, lust, and estrus….navatantra, kamasutra…..It’s me…heaven to an angel…earth to a devil…a forbidden fruit to a rebel…A commoner a GOD imagined to be….It’s me…Priceless…the best thing in life is free…Enticing….Repulsive and Enlightened…I’m a Lover and I’m fighting…Young Tyson…My bravery is frightening….Shining…My glare is too bright, I’m blinding…..Everlasting with bad timing…..Whatever you looking for Im finding….My Delusions of Grandeur are grander….Great Poem Bad Grammar.