In totally honesty.
I've diagnosed myself with diabetes.
In a trivial pursuit of pleasure.
I've stirred a vat of chocolate trying to recreate your face.
I melted Hershey bars. Hershey Kisses and peanut butter M&M's.
The total embodiment of you.
Though recreational.
I found myself torn. Biting into your face.
Retaining the pursuing thought of you.
But found my self cured
Of my self inflicted diabetes.
The thought of falling into a sugar induced coma hazed by the thought of you.
That shit was totally worth it.
Stuffing my mouth with the thought of you.
I'm pretty sure Jesus would want this.
I know for sure that I'd want this.
Miraculously.
No matter how much chocolate I eat.
It would never compare to the thought of you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem