Let my emotions run wild.
Keep the cup overflowing.
Don’t turn off the tap.
Don’t leave me.
Let me speak. Let me cry.
Please don’t take what is mine.

Try to think of things
You might not have thought
Deserved consideration.

Maintain your poise.
Tune out the noise.
Tune into your own station.

Challenge what you think and feel.
Try your best to live up to your own ideals.

Do not
Become the rot
In your own foundation.

My eyes droop and grasp at the acknowledgment of darkness.
The brain wanders and runs from these memories.
Hands curl and scrape the desperation into the silicone skin
Close your eyes. Let the ability to feel go.
Let it go and feel at peace.

Flowers blossom in summer and she, the one who tends.
The rose that took years to bloom, exhilarates that shimmering white. It would be enough.
But for her eyes look beyond. Between the fence that hides the beauty of her creations.
Stems that escape to her. Petals that don’t belong to her.
The scandalous desire to take them. It would be more than enough.
Yet either’s beauty cannot be taken as the weight piles.
The guilt lets them grow and she waters them once again.

People talk of
Comparing apples to oranges
Like its some pointless exercise
But Apples are boss
And oranges ****
I wouldn't tell you any lies.