Simplicity is not often with me, For I am constantly spinning myself Into a labyrinthine web of words. (It's a problem - the spinner in my head Cranks out WAY too much thoughtful thread.) But I know how pointless it is to live this short life without openly sharing my truths, So, full of ambition, I endlessly aspire to keep the door open To this messy box. So I wade through the mess Collecting anchoring chords, Endeavoring to weave them Into an elegant and refined tapestry, Ready to be presented to you. One that says, "Ever see the sun as the star it is, hanging in the sky?" "Imagine giant glaciers bowling over these plains," "What's stopping us from staying out all night?" or "Let me list all the ways you are a beacon to my spirit", "Please tell me about everything you love," "I look forward to these moments with you every other moment."
But that's always, like, way too much.
10.17.17 Inktober prompt: Graceful Rules: No edits allowed
As a poet, an emotional wreck, And a suicidal human being, True love to me is Forcing my hand through my ribs And tearing my heart from my chest, Settling it in your hands And expecting you to keep me alive.
It might be slippery from all the blood, and its probably gonna start stinking cause of decomposition and maggots, but if you drop it its not going back in.
The worst part about three AM is that I'm hungry and I gotta be somewhere tomorrow. Finally evolving from a NEET into... Idek whats next.