You giant bowl of noodles.
You basket full of emotions.
You disease filled vermin.
You memory hoarding squirrel.
I used to hate you.
You gave me anxiety,
And told me I’d have to live with it.
You always need everything to be perfect,
And you can’t rest when it’s not.
You over-think every situation until you’re dying
From an overdose on stress.
Oh, thought creator and keeper.
Oh, decision maker.
You have thought of every word that passes through my lips.
You have dreamt every best and worst nightmare.
You have conceived my finest and lowest poems.
You have fantasized every dark intention and every bright light.
You socially acceptable being.
You waterfall of brain.
I apologize for never noticing how much you do for me.
I apologize for never seeing you for what you are:
A hot tub words sit in ‘til they’re scorching.
A fantasy the dreamer never wakes from.