I don’t want balance. I want too much of everything I love.
Fuck just enough or just a little bit..
I want Too much of you.
I want you to fill me so much that you start to spill out of me and I am covered in you.
I don’t want to make sense. You wont touch me if I make sense. You wont care to explore my strangeness.
I don’t want to fit in. You wont spot me if I do.
I don’t want to follow written rules. Who said it’s right anyways when they keep making amendments to it..
I don’t want to understand nothing lasts forever in this wicked world, not even our worries.
I don’t want perfect. I want art. Something you can look at with squinted eyes, tilt your head a bit, and and wonder if its an illusion,
I don’t want the soft hue’s of Van Gogh’s Water Lilies, or the stillness of Kustov Klimt’s paintings.
I want the sin in Fabian Perez’s paintings, and the untold story of passion he hides in the thick smoke of the man who doesn’t know why he lit his cigarette and doesn’t know if he’s her alone or waiting for someone.
I don’t want to be sane. I wanna enjoy and breath insanity. If I don’t, you’ll never wanna turn my crazy pages to my many sequels. And you’ll place me back on the bookshelf to collect dust with the rest of the books.
I don’t want to be your ray of sunshine. That’s fucking easy!
I want to be your moon. When you go outside to smoke and look up at the chest of the dark sky you’ll see me. It takes guts to come out at night when all the bad creatures come out to play. And it might be one of those days you only see a part of me, but when your on your porch and that last fume of your cigarette escapes with a million thoughts escapes your lips, know that you just spoke to me.
I don’t want to be a smooth ride.
I wanna be your spaceship and take you to the moon and show you why starts burn on my fingertips when I touch your mind.
I don’t want to spill poetry on this pages. I want to spill poetry on your skin.
I don’t want to grow old, and then get Alzheimer’s and forget that there was on once a me and you.
I don’t want to close my eyes
I don’t want to close my heart
And
I definitely don’t want to close my soul.