Your skin is my favorite color.
your coffee breath has the morning best delivery speech That's ever been planted in by your lurid lips in advance.

This is me attempting to make you roll your eyes but think about it twice before you sleep, this is me sharpening your crayon box, and scissor teeth, and sharp edged tongue.

don't get me wrong love,
I'm not complementing you,
i feel sorry for you.

No offense my love,
but it's not me, it's the sky and how it revolves through your windows like it owes you a favor and i hate it.

Don't get me right my beloved,
I'm not jealous,
I'm idolizing the nature around you and re-spot objects that decorate itself and resolve around your biceps and neck corners, And the way you do and undo thier gravity (I know my syntax is not adding up‪,‬ trust me I did the math)
but see the trick is to be smooth enough to lure you but not enough to draw you in.
to manipulate your actions to synthetically pre-match my consequences.
to be sensible enough to make my heart inviting, but too self-indulgent to tiptoe around yours.
I do want to love you in this poem, I promise I tried my best, but I'm too invested in hyperboling this piece of paper enough for people to fit me into their narrative of conversations and to canonize my willing to take down god and seed him back into the sun's belly.
To disappoint every hurricanes' appeal for redemption.  
You say overthinking is overrated
you say paradox ain't supposed to rhyme but you still look at me for consent???  
I will not be there for the funeral, but I'll be there enough to sing the gospels and fold your obituary inside your favorite book.
I will cry only behind doors and bathroom floors and say I'm only there for the free food.
You shame my morals and disgrace my substance.
“i gaze no expect” i tell you,
“long too less, mourn no more”, right before you tell me to
“Manufacture your dignity some respect and grow the **** up”