I know I claim to not give a damn of what others think of me-
I say it so much that it turns into a suspiciously specific denial.
"No, I like myself no none else matters-"
And yet I'm terrified by scaring people.
When I send people the love poems I preface it with an apology.
"Sorry if this seems creepy or sycophantic..."
And so they have it in their mind that it will be.
Yet the thing is-
I just want to express love-
I'm all too fearful that those will run from my affection.
I suppose it comes down to all too obvious worries of rejection.
Cliché, isn't it?
Yet I have to go and tell people how I feel anyways.
Since I love almost everyone
And they need to know it
I'm all about that life-
I believe in love, I believe in love, I believe in love, I do believe-
I'm quoting lyrics again, to sugarcoat the things I feel
I ought to calm down with that
But I suppose you get my gist-
I think that's why my open-ribcage idea appeals to me as much as it does-
It'd freak people out
And I have to be content with freaking people out
All my beloveds enjoy scaring the squares so I must suit up and step up
If they run from me, instead of turning back and wallowing in self pity-
I'll find another audience victim to show my full and disturbing truth to.
Because it is truth-
And through art, I need to give the truth.
Need to,
Gory heart, over-affection and all-
And I mean ALL.
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