My poetry is messy.

When I write

It's messy

The words get spread all over the page

And it stains the eyes that take in my emotions

The fingers that grasp the paper get covered in inkblots

Pictures painting a story of disturbing pasts

Heartbreak

Love

Anger

SEX

Messy, my emotions are messy

They create waterfalls through my eyes

Waterfalls between my thighs

I'm drowning in my mess

Soon you will be the reason why these waterfalls won't stop

Will you save me as I fall deeper into this black sea?

Will you save me?

I try to press my words into the page as hard as possible

I try to rip these emotions from my heart and stain them onto those who never cared enough to take notice

Through my messy poetry

You will be forced to know what it is that this tired soul goes through

There's no escaping it

These emotions will find their way into your pores

Mix in your blood

So all the shit you've ever put me through can get pumped right back into your heart

And these butterflies?

I don't want them anymore

Their wings are starting to scrape the inside of my belly

And it's making me sick

So tired of holding on

So scared of letting go

My thoughts are messy

They keep running down my cheeks

I wipe them away and feel sad

Because I realized

If I had to choose

I'd always choose to be with you..