nail my coffin shut with corroding roses of a valentine pink rust compress the woodboards until i comprehend that oak and fine birch are the smell of suffocation crunch me into a cube as an awaiting student crushes his returned test with more errors on it than a 1950s military map of a recently constructed city
cuff me up in this coffin
I've been living in it ever since this office cubical has been my slowly disintegrating temple of economical sustainability
i couldn't stop staring as the coffee dripped from her lips she hooked her thumbs under her belt loops, resting her palms on her hips i admired the curls that fell atop her forehead, feeling the glowing sensation as my cheeks burned red her name was sweet, like chocolate on my tongue and the only thing i could compare her to was our everlasting sun
based off of a fan fiction i was going to write but never finished. i really want to though...this poem was supposed to be by the main guy in the story, who's an aspiring poet in college, talking about the main girl, who he'd just *formally* met in a barnes and noble starbucks cafe. i don't know, maybe it's cliche, but i'm just really into that kind of thing. thought it was pretty cute.