my flowery thoughts
i might need to trap them
behind that trapdoor
the door remains locked
unlocking it would unleash
the leash on my heart that tugs me
far from you
towards my love.
unlove is not something you do
(naturally, unlike the time you found me)
undoing the way my skin is stitched
(and when you were mortified to see me)
unstitching the neurons from my jaded fears playing
replaying with an extra vigor every moment
a momentary smile creases my lips
my unmet needs took the spotlight
my blotched dreams in the shadow
enter the bright
side with the darkness
that closed in on my eyes.
a wonder that never peeked through my palace
it adores a virtuous foliage of wit, wisdom and a hint of vice.
withdrawing my boundaries,
raising the white flag.
i cannot guard that door anymore.
intention to review my inhibitions
clasp my neurons as a loose thread
beginning to rein it in,
roll it around my soul
wrapping the warped
to feel the heat of the stale start
its time to venture on wards and into that trapdoor.
well, even Alice had fun on her way to hell.