Take me back
not to undo my scars
but to learn more about myself
How to carry my own burden
to drown my sickness
before it drowns me

I wish I could go back
and redirect my life
back to when living was basic
and math was the only problem
with a solution

Let's appreciate
That simplicity
Where 1+1=2

No
Double meanings
No
Error in translation

Congratulations for whatever you have achieved.
Probably nothing special,
but that defines you:
nothing special.

Are your eyelashes naturally that long?

No, they're fake.

I was about to say! How much were they?

I don't want to say.

And your nails? How they sparkle in the light.

Aren't they pretty. But they're fake too.

What else is  fake?

Come closer to my face.

Why must all poetry have deep thought?
Why can’t I sit and write
And speak of what I like.
Personally it’s kind of restricting,
Considering I’m not talented,
I write for fun and no one
in particular
Must I have a rhythm or rhyme?
I suppose I unconsciously must,
As it makes me uncomfortable
When I lack such principle, I lust.
See? I totally forced that rhyme,
At this point rhythm is nonexistent
Is this considered a waste of our time?
Not just mine of course,
But yours the reader.
I sit here and ramble
And you’re still here, eager.
Probably not
Probably thinking,
“What is this guy thinking?”
I didn’t mean to rhyme the same word twice,
Kind of tacky, I know.
Too late now, I’ve moved on.
This has been swell,
I’m not only glad
But surprised at your dedication,
Thanks for listening,
Hopefully you related,
Later