i really wanna scream

this is making me gag

you'd say i'm a bit of an anti-romantic
and i would probably agree (i do indeed agree)
i'm not much for romantic things
they make me gag
it does make me gag–almost every time, actually.

but never vomit,

the feeling is always there though.

but there's something about you (and i'll never tell you this because i'd never hear the end of it) that makes my heart come to life.

romance when i'm with you hangs around the unbalanced;the ancient
rundown
abandoned
psyche hospital
within me (or as many people consider it, the heart).

a starry eyed, rebel boy
who runs around the place,
cypress hair made of shrubs,
skin appearing like a field of dandelions, as the same, being that delicate–soft and i'm careful to not blow too hard with my dragons breath, for i want to only to rest amongst you (GOD, THIS IS MAKING ME GAG!) and let you tickle the surface of my thick, reptilian skin,
just yearning to feel your tender, gooey love.

// i'd still say i'm a complete cynic
but you, in all your humbly green nature make of my body this wildlife habitat.

you and all your glorious nature–son of gaea–have bled inside of me caterpillars that lived within the grim, alleyways of your brain, crawling and cocooning themselves against my organs
one sprouting each time you're around
fostering
of my insides;creating of me
a butterfly house.

and never do they not
not spread their wings,
creeping their way up my throat (and i keep my mout shut tight, imprisoning them as i watch you speak with eyes drowning in love, only
because I'm scared shitless of the felonies they might commit, even if i do let them off with probation and an ankle bracelet)

plotting their grand escape when you make a joke
and
i can't help but laugh
(even for as corny as it is)
and they grow keen at the crescent shaped gaps between my prickly fangs.

and their first crime

their first crime,

is to soar,
deep gut vomit and too much boxed wine weighing their wings
like excess baggage (kind of like the one i warned you about)
but they have a goal
and i rush to the phone when the alarms go off in my head that they've did it;they've escaped

"911, WHAT'S YOUR EMERGENCY?"

//  every animal that i feel in my presence with you,
the fish that swim in my bloodstream
the birds that lodged and nested themselves in my lungs
the elephants (because it's always plural with you) constantly stampeding around in the saharan of my mind
the ferocious, beast lion that lives in my heart–they now surround you and my bedroom becomes a reflection of what you do to me

and those butterflies, those fucking butterflies, man

they kiss your skin,
spewing out every
hallmark valentine's day card,
putting shakespeare to shame with their profession of (my) undying love

❥ ❣ ❥ ❣
idk what this is ADJRIKEKZFSJ it was going somewhere then it just kinda fell off a bit BUT I STILL LIKE THE BEGINNING