I am slowly (but surely)
   stumbling
      crashing
         falling
            for you...

I want to have a body
that matches my mind

I want to hear a poem that
sends shivers down my spine
and brings tears to my eyes.
I want to hear a poem that
speaks truthfully.
I want to hear a poem
that slaps me in the face,
and then makes me feel okay again,
I want to hear a poem that fixes depression,
and soothes the soul.
I want to hear a poem that answers my questions,
and solves equations,
and slams oppression right out of the park.
I want to hear a poem that whispers in your ear,
and puts the word righteousness on
the tip of your tongue.
I want to hear a poem about obsession,
something you can't live without,
something that makes your internal clock go tick-tock,
something that makes your mind form words,
and your mouth make them mean something.
I want to hear a poem that,

speaks

You convinced me,
I'm not worth it.
I've always been,
very easily broken,
and now I'm choking
on all the reasons,
he's given me,
to stay alive.

I've never before thought,
of pushing up daisies,
as a profession,
but sometimes I think,
I'd be **** good at it.
I'm choking on all the words,
he's ever said to me,
because their sweet content,
is toxic,
and I'm simply his lab rat,
testing theories on the,
lowest depths of insanity.

The roots of these daisies,
are turning against me.
Wrapping themselves around,
my spinal cord,
tapping into my vertebrae,
telling me to,
stand up straight,
and fake it through the day,
with a smile painted,
on a plaster made face.

i'd shed a tear or two if the end of the world was tomorrow because i still haven't kissed you yet.