Explosion Poem by Dustin Dean

Too insecure to write about insecurity
I can't let you marry me
Every day twists my mind
Or so i'm told I'm just crazy for thinking that
But really, where is the real comfort in that
I don't know what to do
Or what to believe
Ego death laughs at me
Subjective reality
My real eyes realize
Everything in every way feels alien
And yet, it is still the same game
I jump at the sight of your ship
Can you imagine this for me
During all of the on days
And you must remember
Respect is earned
So before you speak
With your oh so delicate tongues
Just make sure they aren't soaked
With PBR
With Mojo
Whatever else
You blasted hipsters devour
Then again
Maybe I should take my own advice
And yet, just another reason
For me to be
Too insecure to write about insecurity
I certainly can not let you marry me