if i could write
the perfect metaphor
construct the right
line in which to
unlock my kaleidoscopic
soul and draw
the correct gaze to
this blinding passion
draw them close enough
to see the truth lost
in hazel dissonance

maybe then the world
would deem these words
fit to be consumed
rather than turning up
their snouts in disdain
for a bipolar wunderkind
wasting away in hell

i understand i am
unworthy of reciprocation
my heart is meant to
flood the world
and my dessicated corpse
to be buried in the silt
my unwanted heartbeat
leaving symbols carved
in the new ocean floor
the smiles etched into
my eyelids of loves
who simply faded away