what i've noticed is
love usually simmers into a boil
the heat of it becomes
bubbly laughter, its warmth is the
evaporation of the senses
its result fogs up my lenses
until all i can see is the smoke
then if i want, i could either
bring it down and let it cool
or let it reach a fever pitch
and watch it overflow
and instead of filling in the shape
it breaks the container it was in
it takes a while for me to decide
whether i got burnt
or have become alive

Although I hate
I don't wish ill on other
sometimes I do though
Either way, there are times
when ill wishes for us

And though this is the case
don't look up
for if you look up
                       you will create a second mask
                                                           but fear not
                      This is not a guide
instead this is just but a hindrance
that I shall impose on thee
For I am not omniscient
nor
objective

I am just a fool born with their confidence
so that is why I trust that you see
and believe me when I say,
don't look up

You would need to break you neck in order to look up
now with all these excuses in your head

                                        Look up
For you are not done yet
you are just like the others
                                        So reach
for everything you can
from the galaxies,
to the teary moon you see

for We are waiting
for We are who have gone through mediocracy
and a cold part of hell
for We are not done yet with everything

Creeping and crawling
     like grub worms under bark —
Under the surface

Eating without cause
Wake up as an immovable object —
Inside looking out