i know that i'm all wrong for you but i can't help but miss you like hell.

It is a growing issue
that the amount of metaphors
never used before by the hand of man
is decreasing significantly
and needs to be addressed soon
because the number of poets appearing
out of nowhere
is increasing exponentially
because we all want to
compare our love to the wind
forever competing
for self entitled originality
and instant gratification
until all we have left in this world
is cliche
after cliche
after cliche.
Where will we find ourselves
when we find out
all the words are taken?

You stupid little ****,
with all your lack of wit.
I was deceived.
I can't believe
I let you lick my ***.

I want to swim up by your side
Between the sheets, through the tide

Warm my toes and take me under
Through depths and air bubbles we plunder

Your skin has a flavor, but do me a favor

Avoid all the retrospections
Focus on simple satisfactions

Your nose crinkles when you stifle a yawn
The longest hour is right before the dawn

It was a big gulp of breath
a gasp for air
and one long, infinite conversation
encompassing all of the
hard questions
leaving no corner unturned
walking through the spectrum
and never sparing a fleeting detail.
It stuttered to a stop
halfway through the lecture.
And now I may never know
what could have been covered.