Lassmichnicht

whenever im around you i bleed poetry, the metaphors and analogies all burst from my blue veins, leaving me empty and full, a walking paradox, i'm so confused. ever since i met you i no longer need oxygen, stardust is fine, i cant function with you in the back of my mind, im a mess. i've noticed the way you raise your eyebrows when you're amused, the corners of your mouth turn up into a grin in the loveliest of ways, you make me forget how to think. i never believed in love at first sight until you crossed my path, ive never felt love like this. most of my poetry is a yearning cry to sylvia plath, i always felt drawn to her

“       she was an idiot-                                   no degree of an understatement, a girl who talked about jumping off bridges, and loaded guns pointed backwards. he was an angel-                                    or a trick by God to grace a stupid girl, a boy who talked her off the ledge, and pointed the gun toward the ground. each time she put the razor to her wrist she -                                         saw his eyes/ she heard his voice./                                        she felt - his fingertips                    slowly                            grace                                  

A drifted lonely as a fog,                                    Just to be blow by a wind.                                                                                        I dragged slowly as a bog,                                         Just to be polluted by a friend.                                                                                 I crawled as a pest, angry and lazy,                                    Until I came upon a valley of daisies.