Do Not Heed My Advice

temperatures rise
feelings do not have specific barometers
emotions are volcanoes
you know exactly when you erupt like one
your hands are raging storms
setting aside every structure
breaking rules
and you are king for
the day
the rest of those years
you lurk in the nook
regretting

go, do not listen, the cell
is waiting
go, leave me alone
i know what it is
i am my own friend