Struggle to Express...

(The following poem is about an 'idea' of a feeling, not about a person). 

Allow me to massage the loins of your mind

Let me exfoliate the surface of your being with the cleansing words of my true feelings

Grant me your permission to exploit your greatness
The pressure of my love for you is considerably weightless

My mind does overtime thinking about you
I become immersed with envy when I see guys winking at you

Everyday The depth of my love sinks deeper within
You are mine and only I can comprehend the fulfilling numbness of the feelings I possess

So re-read what I just wrote...finally got my feelings off my chest

Death by Words

Im about to commit poetic suicide

Im gonna drive into a lake of words and die a creative death

The asphyxiation of liquid paraphrases entices me

Swamped by grammatical sea creatures;

I create a piece….

Under water….

I can’t breath….

I can’t see but I wrote a piece

The struggle resembles the erratic motion of a pen on paper; arms whaling against the resistance of the swamp

The struggles calms

My piece is complete

My creative lungs robbed of its oxygen supply; now filled with literature

My energy weakens and my body tires

The battle has ended…

Words have killed me.