i am goddamned mess
for you my dear
a collapsed house of cards
strewn across the carpet
let me crawl inside your brain
curl up around your amygdala
whisper sweet odes
directly into your inner ear
i took the liberty
of
cutting the brakes
let’s go for a drive
down
that winding canyon highway
but
i am such a
goddamned mess
such a mess
with no hopes
of
an easy fix
if intentions
were reflections
i imagine
i make spectacular specimen of specificity
especially expounding
upon extravagance
within your eyes
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Haiz! I hate reading depressing stuff cos I am a sucker for sad poems…
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i don’t see this as sad.
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this one is yummy.
i have just read a lot of your work (reading backwards from the most recent) & am debating whether or not to comment, “cheer up, buttercup!”
& then to apologize for it.
xxoo
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Both work.
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