Scrawled notes...

There is a deep well of words
Tied to affection
And admiration

This whole planet with gravity
And marine ecoverses
Flora..
Sculptures.
And books of love...
Melodies
Sonnets
Scrawled paper notes in magic marker...

You want to give this to someone...
You want them to read and hear your sarcastic voice...

Yet read and hear your loving aura
Of motherly goodness and light...

It seems so urgent
Yet rushed
So important
And not...

Do they even want to hear it?
Past ego?
Despite apathy?
Including rage?
Maybe...

Or maybe this unrequited love sh*t
Is for real...

Who knows...
Who are they to care...
About your amazing affirmation???
Ohhhhhh....
Just everybody.
Just everything.