Warning Signs

Deftones
fall on deaf ears.
So do the warnings
about you.
You look like
London bridge
and taste like licorice.
I learn to like licorice, London
and the Deftones.
I did not choke,
or jump, but
dived head first,
heart full
knowing the more of you I carried
the faster I'd fall and
the harder I'd crush
myself,
a self I had never met.
But even today
I despise bridges,
I crave licorice,
and listen to Deftones.
Warnings are for those
waiting for permission
to be who they really are.
And I just can't wait anymore.