Eutopiate Poem by Matty See

Our love is airplane glue. Its melts in discontent and only leaves me dizzy. Our embrace like plastic parts, the smallest dropp shatters promise to pieces.

I can't explain our traffic jammed toast to the Gods that leaves holes in my morality armor. The sword I made for you out of compulsion, feels too good leaving my stomach to even defend against.

Here I am sleeping in calculus equations, trying to get to the root of you.
Its easier to buy my test score and catch the mainline train into hindsight.