Author's note: I'm looking for general thoughts on this? I really want to improve upon it. Uh, literally, any and all feedback is welcome!
i never got to kiss you under the moonlight;
you thought the exchange of saliva triggered my ocd,
but i deal with larger beasts in the middle of the night.
regardless, you hold my hand to point out constellations,
assuring me that my obsessions didn't dictate the universe.
intrusive thoughts are like pop-up ads on a windows desktop,
but i can't change that simile into a metaphor about the stars,
so i'll have to wait for your expert paintings until i pay 100 dollars
for a therapy appointment to remind me how to click the red 'x'.
there's a virus in my operating system that infiltrated every file,
so i want to kiss you under the moonlight atop this hill but i can't.
because i don't want to infect you with my pop-up ads and so i'll
hold your hand as the wet grass soaks my moth-bitten clothes.
maybe one day i'll get this metaphor strai-- WARNING, WARNING,
SYSTEM SHUT DOWN. SYSTEM SHUT DOWN. WARNING.
DO NOT CONTINUE WITH THIS COURSE OF ACTION. YOU ARE
A MONSTER* AND HERE ARE FIVE THOUSAND IMAGES DOWNLOADED
TO YOUR MAINFRAME. YOU CANNOT SLEEP TONIGHT.
hold me during this sleepless night and
hang me next to the constellations when
my body turns to stardust and my brain shatters
*intrusive thoughts toned down
for the sake of the viewing audience.