Meshed

In your face in your face
I write this line
lines
so rhetoric-al your brain
a pill
pain-full your idiot-synchronicity
provincial non intellectual
when glory inside

I miss you

so these I write verbally masturbate
in your face
using my insides as bait
but wait
so senile your mental aptitude
alone my words will date

but I love you

too late Ill not wait
my lines drop like anchors
will I sink
alone in this ocean
in my mind you'll never find me

perhaps you're honest even

but I let go anyway
dead and awake