i like my poems; that's me

I love all my sad poems
I love all my love poems
I love all my nasty one now

I love all of them written
In the palm of my head
And in the broken hearted me

I'm proud being me
I'm proud being stupid like bison
In the grassland wandering

Searching for the meaning
Of the sunshine and the rain
Falling to fill the hungry soul like mind

lost to another lost hand

head game

I wish to show you a piece of me
uncove, unlocked
open to fill you up

but I am not the right answer
to your questions of trust
I'm the delusion you fantasize
you're just to visualize

but you can find no love in me
all were just a game
it's in the head
and it will never be real