I'm not looking for you

I indulge

Is this a phase?

I'm not looking for you

But I'm looking for...

A high

And it's not to replace you

Anymore.

It is for me

I am free.

I grew into me

Again.

I am blooming

Feeding my hunger

My inner animal.

Let me go wild

And burn you with

My fire inside.

I want to give

My essence.

Captivate you

Crawl into my venus flytrap

You'll love it here.

I will set you free

Let's burn alive

* * *

For creative expression

Say it in five words,

a hundred

or a thousand.

What difference does it make?

Is wordcount the judge

of poetry that is

True or Fake?

Truth coils

in mysterious ways.

Could be contained

in a book of a million page

or it might just shine through

in a simple phrase.

This poem stands

to hold the place

for creative expression.