you dont like poetry
especially mine
why cant you understand
that every word is not exaggerated
but it is exactly what I think
just covered in silk robes
and crowned with flower petals
why can't you understand
that I dream of
green forest
and crystal clear oceans
that I am not trying to be edgy
I'm just trying to understand
myself

Love is getting strapped
on Wile Coyote's back
atop an acme
hand made rocket perfect for
maximum chaos in seconds

I’ll never get over the feeling of our bodies clashing together
After months apart
Pretending you don’t crave me presented on fine china
Holding me up against the kitchen cupboards
Investigating my feminine floral blue print in the glowing yellow light of the fridge
Deciding if I’ll look better on laid on the dining table
or shattered against your bed

Open your eyes.

No, seriously, open them up:

Take a knife, slice into your cornea,

And look deep inside.
Do some ******* self-reflection for a change.

Open yourself up, darling,
To the impending reality of something new
Let it fill you;
Let the promise of the unknown warm your belly

Loosen your grip on yesterday:
Let it slip from your grasp
Make room for what’s to come
Trust in the future.

Gone are the witching hours
Late night slumber is a thing of the past
Her soul is lost somewhere in oblivion
And you are lightyears away

Cleanse your temple,
Kneel before the altar of change,
Welcome what is uncomfortable;
To move forward you must let go.