your eyes are not oceans
and you are not a natural disaster
you are manmade and you will topple
and i will be the one to topple you
because you are a literal bag of human ****
and if you think that telling me
that i deserve ****
will impress your fellow man friends,
you had better watch the **** out
because i am coming for you with a taser
and a buzzsaw
your mra t-shirts can't help you now,
****

darling,
while i was away
i became good at collecting.

i rallied how many times i thought about you and they became my finest
collections.

here, come tread through this mind
of tooth and bone and there you will find
endlessly
you.

"Sticks and stones may break break my bones, but words can never hurt me!" Yet my bruises have faded and my bones are unbroken, but my mind repeats the things that you said. I may not look broken but nobody knows what goes through my head.

In a world full of color,
I feel so blandly black and white.
My color has been drained
And I gave it up without a fight.
The greens around me try to reach out
And the pinks and oranges tell me to talk to them,
The purples shout
For me to come to join them please
Because the closest I have to color
Is a blue-ish gray tint.
I leave a trail of it everywhere because I want it all to go
To leave me with nothing,
I pray for it to fade.
I want to know what made me this way,
Because the only time I'm bright
Is when I force a color out
And I watch the red pour out of
A gray water spout.
I hold in the gasps and all the screams,
Amazed that such a bold color
Could come from something as dead as me.

I'm doing it so much
That its not an escape anymore
Its just a routine.
Destroying myself
On the inside and out,
Making it seem
Like I'm in a dream.
Its insane
How my brain
Makes me feel like the pain
Is really just happiness to me.
Going through the motion
Underage but drinking the potion
Because maybe I wish it was poison.
Bliss comes in tablets
And it comes in cuts too
I'm absolutely crazy
But it helps when I'm blue.

Don't ever fall in love with a poet
because they will indeed admire and watch your every move
they will write about how the pen marks on the side of your palm when you write
don't ever because they will trace
every single freckle you have on your face and
write about the color of each and every one of them and
describe how they smile so brightly under the sunlight
they will want you to want to know every little thing about them
even if it's just what hand they write with and want you
to be wondering why they write with that specific hand when in
reality it doesn't even matter

the poet will watch the way you dig
your eyes onto that book and your small quick remarks onto the 26 letters all crumpled together and will know that everyday at 5:28 p.m. you smile

they will look deeply into your eyes
to see if they can at least take a little
peak of your soul and they will write
about you like if you were the only
thing they see good in this world

they will want to know what you think
about when you look at them and
see if you also count each and
every freckle and hope and write  
that you do but they will
love you endlessly and they will
show you that they love you and only you

but don't date a poet if you aren't
capable to watch them and
admire their imperfections
when they sleep late at night
beside you.

j.f