You have a face with many prominent features and a head full of science fictional creatures
I don’t know how to express my gratitude for the way you hold me and cling onto the thought of making me feel not so lonely
I don’t know how to say that I can’t feel anything over this deep seeded pain and I don’t want to hurt you for a vain and selfish gain because to hurt you is to hurt me
I just want to hold hands and listen to jpeg wearing your favorite sweater that you only bust out for a certain kind of weather but for now I’m putting all of that beside me
Nothing you can say or do can pull me out of this melancholic mood
I can’t help but always note a looming impending feeling of doom
I try to tell myself it’s nothing
But I can feel my heart decay
There’s still a hole where he was
I get up off of the pavement
I gently brush off the dust
No, this is all out of arrangement
I’m calling off this self proclaimed engagement
This sweater is not orange enough to cancel out my blues
I don’t want to straight out say I love you but I’m dropping clues
Oh god my heart is all mixed up in the heat of this moment
My head is telling me to stop but arguably this is more important
I’m trying to be an optimist
Telling myself the best is yet to come regardless
But all hopeful thinking has ever gotten me was a boy with two fists fulls of utz chips that stole my heart just to break it
The kind of betrayal that comes when you lose your soul mate to a vain fate and you wonder why weren’t you enough and the pain is so much you can’t take it
It feels like a knife in my chest because I know it’s not enough to hope for the best
I don’t think that this will hurt so bad but wow you’ve really put me up to the test
You can have the rest of me
Oh god this can’t be how it’s meant to be
I’m bitter, I’m feeling emotions bigger than the whole huge wide ocean
I know I need to fight to find the strength to keep my heart open  
These ***** rooms that smell of bleach
Pretty girls that do nothing but leech
I want to lick the grime off your bath tub and give you a nice back rub
I’m sorry that I still think of him I know you deserve the world and I want to give you nothing but that
Somehow I will find a word to describe the way you make my heart rock and my toes pop when we’re in your bed listening to mumble rap
I’m sorry this poem is so long and I’m sure by now you’re starting to feel your brain cells rot
I know I’m overthinking it so I’ll put down my keyboard and just ******* stop