I do not love you
Like the sycophants do.
Oh, though, I mimic their quality.
But I prefer to sound like me.
For otherwise, it would be an insult, a fool.

I do not love you
Like the champions do.
Their base and angular exterior
Mirrors there base and angular veneer.
I feel you should be loved in depth too.

I do not love you
Like the facades do.
Their actions help to create affection.
Yet, you know it is a mere distraction.
You could rather take love that can be seen through.

You experience many loves.
All that you know.
All that you don’t.
So it is time
I explained
What love I have for you:

I do not love you
As all the characters I told you do
As there is something they have
Something I cannot save:
They love you.
Adieu.

She drank the cyanide and
Immediately regurgitated
It on me.
I stoically
Glared at and began
To remove my
Clothes.
She quickly apologised but
Then
Forgot
About
It
Walked away and disappeared.
I soon found her
Again.
Lonely drinking
Alcohol
At a party.
I joined, but not for long.
She quickly
Left
Again
To some more interesting human-social
Caricature.
She ignored me.
She rebuked me.
She insulted me.
Yet, I was steadfast.
“Look like the innocent flower”
For I could not
Experience pain
From one I did not care for.
That was obvious.
I perpetuated my lie,
The first transgression upon my face.

What a lie.
What a devilish lie.
It has been too long now,
Too verbose.
Too eloquent.
Too persuasive.
No matter what it may do,
Now,
This lie,
This devilish lie
Will never
Die.

This worm crawls through ****,
Believing it to be mud.
How sad, how quaint.
It toils forth and thus it faint.
Left alone to die, to sleep, to bud.
If only, to could **** from that fortunate ***.

After a tempest, the worm awoke.
The smell had exacerbated,
And now, the worm knew it crawled in filth.
It tallied on, fourth, through the zilf.
It hoped, wished, that it might be alleviated.
Only, it would not: a cosmic joke.

Bacteria and flies swoon around.
Cautious, curious to the worm’s presence.
It looks not like them.
Yet, the odd and unique is where they stem.
But, still, he lacks their essence.
They enjoy the ****, he seeks the ground.

The worm saw the bacteria and the flies.
He did not like them, but he accepted.
He had joined their culture.
So, he greeted a fly, through he wished to punch her.
She smiled, as is etiquette. Yet, it percepted
That this is only the first of the worm’s lies.

There crawls our worm again.
Who began to search for **** across the land.
Confused and an idiot, he misses the soil.
No time, none left except for his toil.
He says he seeks the ground, yet he can’t see past his hand.
To ourselves, we deceive, we’re determined, but it is all in vain.

It warped and spun,
An object and another.
It grew yet stood,
As if it might have
Been crying.

She stood as well:
Unfazed. Untouched.
Whilst I fought back
The insurmountable urge
To say that I was dying.

I fell and flew;
An object like any other.
Swirled in my orbit,
Against the current;
I might as well have not been trying.

Pushed off a star
And fluttered back.
Reaching the safety
Of a place like home
Where I once was lying.

Alas, (once again) there she stood.
As if I never left.
Unfazed. Untouched.
Whilst I fought back the urge
To show my face smiling.

Left alone in a ponderous chasm
I hung on the brink, after my onanism.
It appeared comforting, the darkness below.
Yet, the light above was where I wished to go.
I slipped softly, as I became a victim.

There the sounds of a siren formed.
Slowly. Melancholic. The unabridged storm.
She called and called. And I walked towards the rock.
Yet, it did not pain. She smiled. Our eyes were lock.
We walked away. Created a cliché, from lack of conform.

The darkness greyed. And fear conceive.
Two depths split, merely to deceive.
Confusion reigned within me.
Little daggers, though, reigned externally.
Strong in thought. Did not know what to believe.

Flash of green! Flap of wings!
Inebriated confession and lesser things.
Mind to mind. Soul to soul.
Such as sirens in the night, I was told.
Flee! Flee! Ensure you disappear to the fringe.

You intoxicated me, siren.
My mind, soul, heart. You put the fire on.
Infect and distract, you notice the muse.
But sanity, broke, shock. The two depths would never fuse.
There I lied. On the floor. Waiting for my sovereign.

Think. Wish. Execute it.
That was the idea, demonstrate.
Yet, it did not work.

It is so devilish,
So profound to be consoled.
I accept I was vile.

I wish time was fluid.
So I could retroact this flaw.
How serendipitous.

You still hide behind
Trees and rocks, like reluctant
Sirens, to save their love.

You are inevitable
I should follow consequence
Attempt, we promised.

One’s mind will buzz
And your stomach a-boil.
In the time we took to drink
One took the same to reach the sink
And even though your mind did toil
It will always merely come back to a fuzz.

And once set upon disaster,
The body reacting as if it is scared,
You will see it lynch your mind,
Turn you around and cause you to bind.
Act now, teeth are still bared.
One will survive it ever after.

Down the bottle in a devious clear glass.
Time equivocates all that is true.
It was a time to remember that I forgot.
It lasts an era in space spanning a spot.
The curved figure likes waterloo
And there will be nothing apart from the glass.

The time I’m spending brooding
Will be nothing but a bagatelle.
For it amounted to nothing
And I sat hoping for something.
But I am never going to be versatile;
For example: The smudging is from my drooling.