Poetry

So, here's the thing
With poetry
It no longer means that much to me.

Or is that the way
I want it to be?

I know it means less to you
You made it clear
I understood

You read

You read

You turned away

You read

And turned away

Life goes on

Fuck we're all so busy.

So fucking busy

Oh, that doesn't rhyme

It started so well

Turned to hell

(Fuck yes, I can rhyme)

Good Pussy

For most of my waking life I thought words had the power to change. I wrote poems and dropped them into the lockers of girls I had a crush on. I kept a journal about my dead step-father and thought it mattered.

I wrote a play and performed it in front of the entire 7th grade. I thought it would make me more popular than the jocks. 

The jocks liked my play, and took the girls home.

I quoted important lyrics, and thought it would get me laid.

When that didn't work, I quoted important authors and thought it would get me laid. 

Neither worked (the thing that worked was being stupid and confident, and I used that a lot).

Even the girls that said my words were beautiful never followed through. They still wanted me confident and fake and funny. (And I gave them that, because I like pussy).

I hope they understand. Good pussy is easier to find than good words.

Finally... I found the truth. 

"Good pussy is easier to find than good words."

And that is the quote I want on my grave.

I try.

I try to say I'm happy
but it always comes out wrong

I try to say I'm angry
and you fucking sing along

I try to say I'm lonely
and you cling to every word

I try to say I'm simply wrong
and you claim that I'm absurd


So I think I'll feign delight
while inside I'm crashing down

I think I'll say I'm feeling good
while the room spins round 'n round

I'm sure I've said I'm okay
which we all know is a lie

I'm sure you've said "you'll be there"
but you're never by my side


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