if i don't say this i'll explode // a book of poetry

// entry one //

7:02 pm, the 2nd of June on a Tuesday

// ink: I'll etch my initials into your mind and you'll tattoo your life into my heart. We will both bleed out and breathe each other in //

// interior decoration: she was plain and her bedroom walls were bare

but her mind was murals and paintings and bright colours

and even though nobody saw them

all day long hopelessly she would stare //

// heart lines, airport signs: my hands are marked like a world map

and they seem to want to travel to

so many different destinations but mostly

they want to find themselves with you. //

// picasso: there's many types of art but my favourite is you

you make the world stop and stare and that's the truth

poetry, visual art, music doesn't match

the simplicity of your presence it's true //

// scars: I'd much rather hold the moon in my hands than the world. The moon, rocked by craters and has scars seen from a million miles away. I'd teach it love and I'd teach the ability to feel it //

// davinchi: I could compare the Mona Lisa to your personality and I'd still think you're a better work of art //

// fly: I envy birds. They don't require money or stature or class or reign to be free. They go and they escape as they please //

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