I am still reeling in mistakes I cast
When I was seventeen,
When I was already stuck in my past and my doubt and
Testing feelings with a likert scale misread,
Misfortune on my heart and confusion on my mind.
I still think in meter, still answer in rhyme, still fall in love with ideas of men
Projected onto flesh  and blood and skeleton,
Carefully crafted concepts of cavernous consequence.
I am still reaching to grasp bare bones without carrying a fantasy complex,
My head weaves a life of it's own
Reality be ****** to drown in my sea!
You see,
I thought I fell for your eyes, but maybe it was the mountains staring back at me.
I could never tell your soul apart from nature's majesty, and
I still don't know if I've ever loved anything.
Forgive me if I've trailed my karmic goop through your bedroom,
I am still learning how to tame my longing.
This poet's mind wasn't built for easy detaching.