The ****** tension between us is so terrifying
That if you were a praying mantis
You’d have eaten my head off by now
But you don’t
And maybe I’m mistaken
I mean
If we were naked mole rats
You wouldn’t care what I look like
Naked mole rats are blind
You can see well enough
And if I were an Indian Bull frog
I could croak
The same way I cough up cigarette smoke
When I see how beautiful you are when you smirk
At my burning dimple crow’s feet
And you would know
I wanted you
Turns out
I’m a gag reel of regrets
And should have saids
But if I could release pheromones
From my butterfly wings
Like shaking dust from heavy clothes
After years of standing still
I would dance for you
And you would know
But you end our conversations the way sighs do
Maybe if the earthly population were at stake
I’d find words for this
Like the carnal cannibal black widow
You are eating up my insides
With all that goes unsaid
I might not carry your children in a watery pouch
But I would
Or I would Argonaut you a detachable *****
I would even serenade you with the cricket creak of rusty joints
A song that makes you whisper
I would do almost anything if I could
But I can’t
I just have this stupid poetry passion stutter
And you
I have you
Just maybe not the way I want you
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 6:16 PM UTC
The ****** tension between us is so terrifying
That if you were a praying mantis
You’d have eaten my head off by now
But you don’t
And maybe I’m mistaken
I mean
If we were naked mole rats
You wouldn’t care what I look like
Naked mole rats are blind
You can see well enough
And if I were an Indian Bull frog
I could croak
The same way I cough up cigarette smoke
When I see how beautiful you are when you smirk
At my burning dimple crow’s feet
And you would know
I wanted you
Turns out
I’m a gag reel of regrets
And should have saids
But if I could release pheromones
From my butterfly wings
Like shaking dust from heavy clothes
After years of standing still
I would dance for you
And you would know
But you end our conversations the way sighs do
Maybe if the earthly population were at stake
I’d find words for this
Like the carnal cannibal black widow
You are eating up my insides
With all that goes unsaid
I might not carry your children in a watery pouch
But I would
Or I would Argonaut you a detachable *****
I would even serenade you with the cricket creak of rusty joints
A song that makes you whisper
I would do almost anything if I could
But I can’t
I just have this stupid poetry passion stutter
And you
I have you
Just maybe not the way I want you
I apologize for this poorly written poem.
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