fleet turtle
Don't fall in love with the poet,
Or you will get immortalized.
Your existence will be printed on paper for everyone to glorify.
You will be the protagonist or the antagonist of the tale she writes.
You will become the bloodied ink of love or the teardrops of hurt she writes.
She will think about your every action every night,
Breaking her heart into pieces as the puzzle collides.
Don't call her your love;
She will drown when she's left alone,
Feeling everything so deeply, unlocking new characters.
Don't fall at all, or you'll see the loneliness behind her eyes.
She will look for you in the beauty of her erratic life.
The words might be attractive and intrigue you to be someone's subject,
But as soon as someone more fetching crosses your path,
You'll leave, and the sentences won't demolish the places from where they came.
You won't understand the depth of every reference in every stanza,
No matter how hard you try.
Don't fall in love with her,
Or you'll become the muse of the madman she writes like.
You'll be the Milena to her Kafka,
Receiving endless letters of how much you're desired.
Don't fall, or you'll become the rotten flesh to her maggots in this life.
You won't see the beauty she sees in everything.
Falling for her would be a regret you'll carry all your life.
You'll be stuck in her soul and the poetry she writes.
dusty linden
lusty siren
olive lagoon