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This fluttering bug of a heart
this butterflug
like a clumsy butterfly
a have soft spoken
and been misheard

I am mismatched
and my head is double jointed
full of twisted elbows
and misshapen relations
a crock pot of crooked
coveted words

broccoli heads swimming in thick
condiments and swelling
with the steam of bloated
emotions

here I find all the heart beats that I have skipped
over meadows filled oceans of
love sweetened with your kiss
sweet breath like sweet bread
doughy mouths
warm like ovens

relentless mind reeling and
backs breaking
bending over backwards to comprehend and
finding myself tripping over
myself and finding nothing
but finding you

brain blocks and
triple locks and
closed up tight
securely and guarded
keeping things in more than keeping things out
locked up and down
straight to the source
I am locked here with myself
the loneliest company.

cutting through the words that
paraphrase emotions and I feel like
I am cutting through sugared desserts.
words congeal like custard
my mind’s beaten egg whites
frothy and foam-filled
with sugared tongues and dancing taste buds

my mind ignores what it has in store
concentrated on dancing delights
on sugared treats
on making this the most perfect cake of all

perfect sweetie pies
and wrap it up nice
all the bad eggs are mixed with the good
and you can barely taste the sour
all the bad is sugared and
my heart is candied and
I want you to eat it.
I will lick your fingers after and
Happy Valentine’s Day

in this box of chocolate I hid
my deepest fears and secrets
this is the richest chocolate that I could make
with my blood and my tears.

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1. Elijah Doodledorf says:

   Oh my... Best poem ever... I have always admired you for your creativity and ability. Your proficiency with linguistics is deliscious to my "double-jointed head." That is awesome... this poem tickles me in the best sort of way. I mean, really, "butterflug"? It's as if you pulled that straight out of your Box of Things That Amuse Elijah. I love it, Love. It is beautiful and brilliant. "and misshapen relations"... it's perfect. This is my favorite one, for now.