Tumblr poetry and its likes

Like oceans throwing teacups against the hull, slamming bodies on wooden doors are bad for only you. Screaming and weeping, your voice pierced through grief, and the shoulder bruise, through wooden door, but lost itself like foam at the feet of their heart. The shipment is due so it will mercilessly cut through waves begging them to reconsider. Stop,

Please, dissolve and move on. This can only end badly for you.