How best to confess
My love to somebody
When love
Tastes so foreign on my tongue

I've been swallowing my feelings
Words caught in my esophegus
With a burning in my chest
From staying blocked for so long

After years being trapped
With a bully for a brain
Continually kicking that selfsame ***
Instead of standing up to and for me

Filling up on negativity
Cooking up a whole buffet

A refrigerator full
For a glutton for punishment
Binging when life began feeling too easy
…
I'm going on a diet
Self hate
It got me all sorts of out of shape

Wheezing while my heart is squeezing
Air masks dropping from above
Remind me of that thing
Inhaling

Scrambling hands
How did I become so blue
I've got to be able to breathe
To help you to do it too

And you can call me a hog
But it's the same with love

How could I be so blind
When there are mirrors in your eyes
This confession's first meant for me.
And ******* it
I'm taking the time

Giving me a grateful minute to gather myself
Arms filling up with bushels
I can secondhand over to you.


E.Poe
July 2014