​Rumination

The senses of my soul are awakening to my brain’s planners and thinkers, they don’t pull in panic but push in suffering.

It used to be an afterthought but it truly formed, in my nerves it floats and it often flies with the bees to collect honey.

Drainage of strength united the worst against me but I never fell on the bucket of poison. Continuity of what has been done in secret and overlooked when public.

They’re the walls of this heart that only open gates to what melodies it approves of.

You come here with a strange unidentifiable smell, I can’t figure you out but I certainly grew a liking to your smiling lips.

The attention of my vessels is yours to control and rule, The gut feelings are giving themselves to you.

I don’t know why.

I barely know you but I’m ruminating about you, I think I’m holding back as I turn as pure as blood is.

You brought unfamiliar elements in my boats and they’re steering them where you want them to.

Answer me, If you share a similar thinker. Don’t drown us both in the pits of fire.

I don’t think I’ve been here before, your lighter burns something else inside of me, I can’t understand what it is.

You ruminate and ruminate my mind day and night for me there’s no reply to give, patiently waiting for your green light.

Appreciation in those affectionate parts of yours that you don’t show, I’m unfortunately a slave of what you give.

Dim light shining bright that turns my stomach upside down.

Ruminate my body and suffocate my throat filled with fearful and futuristic love. Ruminate and rule.

My head and heart is yours, fully yours. Free me from my silence.