The Inky Blue

My brain is a menace

It makes me go to bed late

It whispers harsh things to my ear

It makes me dream of tears and heartbreaks

My brain is the mum friend

It tries to knit me sweaters

It tries to feed me cake

It tries to love me properly

My brain is my teacher

It helps me to learn new words

It teaches me to not believe what everyone else is saying

It tries to be patient with me

But I’m a slow learner, still it persists

For it is the greatest friend I have

The brain that I appreciate ❤

I like to make poems about brains during nights when it makes me stay awake

I feel that it’s some sort of tribute

To try to make my brain seem more alive

But, who am I kidding really?

Suebrain is more alive than I could ever be

I’m just a disembodied ocean of feelings

I am an eternal dream

Dream of me not, the brain of no sleep

Or dream of me like a summer rain

Where all things are good and golden yet slightly foolish

But, that suits well for a menace who wouldn’t ever shut up

No intrusive thoughts, please

Your host is trying to survive tonight

By now, I am actually just rambling and vomiting my thoughts

So you can stop reading, please

This next part is for me and my brain to steep alone in privacy

So, if you are still reading, please stop eavesdropping…

I love you, my brain

For you are big and slimy

I hate you, my brain

For you are too logical, picking every feeling apart and causing me anxiety

I loathe you, my brain

Because I cannot move away

I’m stuck with you

I must not sleep

I love you more than anything though

Because you allowed me to experience love

I love many things, brain

I love my mother

I love my friends

I love flowers

They make me feel seen

I love just being, just the act of existing

I love the feel of wind brushing against my body

But, most of all, I love you

For without you, I wouldn’t be able to experience these things

Sleep is overrated

Let’s live in ecstasy!

I wonder if you ever made friends with other people’s brains

Or talk to them telepathically without me knowing

I wonder if you spill your thoughts to them like I do with you

After all, brains are quite shy

They are basically homebodies

Don’t let this shell contain you though

You can fly out anytime

I understand if you ever wish to grow wi-

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Exposition: Hey. I told you to STOP READING.