An Opening

by Mac Guerreiro Love me till the world stops,Till the shoe drops,Till all the lights fade,And once they have,Love me harder,Keep me in your embrace,My shell so brilliantly tough,Concealing a heart that feels too much,Is softening by the day,For the right callers,Are eventually shown the way.

Head-On Collision

by Mac Guerreiro No flower blooms year-round,Yet eye must,No seeds grow without sun,Yet that’s my expectation,How is my dearest companion,Also my most fierce foe?How deep does the self-hatred go?For all the times eye fall short to a too-long rope,When will eye finally decide,To tighten this tightrope.

Dear Hookup Culture

By Mac Guerreiro Dear hookup culture,Eye don’t get you,The meaningless touches only leave me blue,Perhaps because it’s not a game to me,Sex is nothing without intimacy,The ultimate act of creation just fucked with recklessly,On the flipside,To partake is a choice,And the peer pressure ins great,Amidst all the fuckbois,You find a man every now and again,Someone …