my shoulders shake as i sob violently on my bed
my floral patterned blanket wrapped haphazardly around me
my unshaven legs twisted togethermy heart is overflowing
with the emotion that swells within its chambers
because the amount of love i have inside of it
is infinite
but the surface area of my myocardium
is finite
so it pours
out of me
and through my tear ducts like soap spilling over the edges of an overdrawn bathtubit seems like every person i allow to pursue me romantically just wants to sail straight through my ocean
as a means to an end
rather than drop anchor
and spend time
listening to the sounds of my wavesi want
someone to submerge
beneath my depths
and into the trenches that no man has gone before
to touch the soft surface of my complexly beautiful seafloor
which bursts with multicolored coral and a multifaceted ecosystem that sustains itself
i want them to pick up my seashells that lay half exposed in the sand and read them for the clues
that would bring them closer
to my underwater grottobut they never want to do that
they don't care about my ancient sea turtles or
my purple octopi or yellow starfish
or in which direction my currents flow
no
they just want to use my horizonsand poach my whales
and in doing so
pollute my waters
with their illegal gasoline
plastic waste
and beer cansi'm not sure
how much longer
my poetry can save me
because my tides are rising
and there aren't enough lifeboats
to hold all of me
DU LÄSER
soul
Poesia general collection of my poetry later to be organized into books I want to publish quite literally my diary