One time
You took me horseback riding
With a guide
And rented horses
I focused on how romantic it was
But I couldn't help but notice
How much that horse
You rode
Hated you

Maybe I might
Have a crush on you
Except I don't pay attention
To half of the things you do

He's the one I dream about
But won't admit it to myself
Or anyone else
I call out another man's name
When asked who is the best
But my secret
Wish
Is for the one
I never name
I keep him in my heart
And he has the brightest flame

He didn't break you
You were already broken
He just played with you
Indelicately
It will be him
To whom the blame switches
For all your failures and faults
In order to avoid blaming yourself
Your mind does somersaults

It wasn't a poem that came out
Random words that sounded
Sort of philosophical
Without knowing their meaning
Like existential
Which sounds intelligential
If you're not guessing
At the definition
But the work was liked
And loved and egos rubbed
And we've created a
Monstersaurus
Just once, I'd like to see her write
Without employing her
Thesaurus

Sometimes I forget
The difference between
The slip in a fortune cookie
And poetry

It's the talent
Of making people bored
With an overload of uninspired
Drivel
The talent is in believing
It's not bored and
Uninspired
Kind of how I am ignoring how
Bored and uninspired this
Drivel is
It's going no where
Really
But it's started
So it must go somewhere
Right?
Another useless poem
Heading off
Taillights in the night

Blue I thought was the color of your eyes
But then I saw you crying
Red is not the color of your love
I don't know why you're still bleeding
Black is the color of my blind fold
Open my eyes so I can see your scars
You've covered them all in make-up
But it's your soul that needs fixing
Beautiful and broken, it's me you're mistreating