Nonsensical poems, extreme caution suggested

Myself

Why do I laugh at your indotic jokes?
it's all a game in your eyes
I see you mocking me
so proud to be kind,
but your kinds not quit human beings—it's all ok (that is to say?) it's all to say,
go,
go,
go away.
Humors such a funny thing—wait?
I think my brain just cought up with me, for all these things are free to be,
Its my faith that makes me believe.
In kind with salary
a constant gallery,
an in order made,
all T's crossed
all streets as well,
lined up for show and tell,
now watch me yell my heart out,
for each shouts a release,
of all the grief
and greed,
pleasure,
pain,
and need,
and not least my angry plee,
but most of all,
insanity,
but paired with this is also life,
calm,
peace,
a paradise,
I know vice when I see it,
and I know you could leave it be,
it's in you,
just let it free,
that pint up sarrow,
pain,
and tears,
that nagging voice beside your ear,
it says to push it down
to let it seep in deep,
but I say,
SCREAM! It out,
that pit inside,
(g***** out Your eyes) and vocalize,
your fears
and realized you can wave goodbye.

Now dream tonight of broken walls,
wash away worries,
barbie dolls,
and faded scars,
PLEASE be at peace,
a tranquil sea,
drift above all things,
life and love await you
(don't wake up to soon it might shake you).
It's fair to say it will be hard,
our fights,
your jokes,
my sudden starts,
but together we could make some fantastic art.
Days can pass in a blink,
hours (ours), an eternity,
infinity above all else—Nothing left except ourselves.

Call it what it is,
but seeeeee,
We could make a family,
of trees and tears,
kindness bears,
fruits and dripping candy sweet,
salty dry,
a pounding beat.
Rub it in,
the oils and dye,
like a summer's sky.
Rain runs through and down the ashy streets,
a tantalizing piece
so soon to be—gone before I can drive home,
these thing I'm trying to say,
you turn around
to walk away,
but then I see that wicked grin—the one they should call a sin—that turn becomes a spin,
your face so fine now inches from mine, and I laugh then,
loud as I can get,
I release it all.
your strength,
your eye, your grin,
you mind,
every line,
like a tattooed vine,
and now (and now so strange a thought it might blow my mind, so tangible and fine, at last)
you're mine.

June 27, 2021
Edited August 9, 2023
Sooo, this one really is kinda nonsensical, but it's one of my favorites.
Tell me what you think it's about in the comments.