klaxon

Word vomit. Another poem.
I'm in a rut...

HOPELESS... ROMANTIC?

I've got a heart full of octagons
begging me to stop
Drop all hope of falling in love
And roll out the rocks that have
folded into my skin like air pockets

I am tear stained passion
I am acne scarred beautiful
I am train track smiles
I am ribcage strong

Sometimes I swear I can see my heart break
through my recycled-paper skin

I am remnants of your yesterday
You paint my body with features you miss
of those you've loved before
And I let you because your pulse
Whispers to me that
I am your masterpiece

Also I've had enough of lonliness

My heart has my best interest in mind
But I'm on a mission
and am eager to find
Someone which with whom I'll spend tomorrow