Perspective

.

I can say for certain

That I hate overused

Metaphors and washed out

Clichés.

.

Your eyes do look like chocolate,

They are warm and gooey,

Sweet and everything despicable,

Fill me up with yourself,

Give me diabetes. Make me fat.

Rot my teeth and shoot me

Up with insulin.

I can't wait.

.

You make me feel like I'm on fire,

Flames licking my skin, gasoline

And a spark, lightning bolts,

Fireworks, Candles and a star

Millions of years away,

Magma at the very center

Of a volcano and lava as it

Spills, watch me spill,

Watch me destroy

Everything in my path,

Watch me take down a city,

Let them write history books

On my wrath.

.

You are the missing

Piece of my puzzle,

That stupid piece

I can't find no matter

How hard I try.

You are the piece

I spent ages looking

For under the carpet,

You are the one thing

That stops me

From being complete.