You Knew: A Poem of Compatibility and Conflict

It’s bittersweet: grapefruit sauvignon, rose-stained cherry motif, Nightmares on Wax on repeat.

Please beware of the beast
Swiping left, recurring sentiment, pattern repeat.
Didn’t fall in love with your pictures, fell in love indiscreetly.
Deciphering flaws, explicating Jungian traits
Brain’s defensive mechanism, delegating safety restraints.
Decoding reflexive emotive, premeditative distaste
Automatic, chemical composition innate.
Features built to delay or forego any possible symptom
of a broken heart, hemoglobin battle wound syndrome.
Saline suture, calculating how different you are.
4 a.m. trip to Neverland, not a trip to the bar?
Borderline blasphemy.
There are times you cry over art, shit you gotta do alone, shit others could never remark.
Distinguish aquatic serene, underwater nautical scene.
Scraping off necrotic flesh, your hands singed off my being.
Wasn’t weird, I was rare.
Pseudo-nominal dream
all circles around compatibility.

Malleable personage boost, 8 oz. serving with juice.
Lime chaser and incertitude.
Enucleated review, I wonder if those winks were signaling doom.
I don’t know everything, some swear that I do.
To my prophetic odes of text I promptly construed,
maybe it’s a curse.
Mineralize moments of malice, materializing minute by minute, hours go vanished.
Learning to apologize to my fists when dripping in red, how dare me use them for writing and use them for sin.
Learning to love myself even though I hate when I fall, staring at bloody gauze when I get up from it all.
Found safe haven disguised in the words that he spews.
Who knew all you had to do was wipe his tears from his view?
Who knew all you had to do was wipe tears from his view?
Who knew it had to be you?
Who knew I stop writing when it hurts?
Who knew you had to wipe tears?
Who knew tears didn’t hurt when you touched them?
Who knew I had to stop writing
right here?