Stan Lee
Comic book savior
Real life hero
The immortal man

Optomists dream
Create the plane
The tallest towers
Pessimists nightmare
Create the parachute
The safety regulations
Which are you?

She’s best friend just moved
She said she has no friends left
She quickly said
“I have no friends to talk with”
She still revised
“I have no friends
To talk about boys with”
Have I not helped her
Get through her breakup
Helped her
Push away the ex
Have I not heard
Every
Single
Problem
Do I not know
Every embarrassing story
Her family
Has she not invited me
Alone
To her house
To “watch TV”
Where really we talked about
Her relationships
Her want to “carelessly flirt”
Her family problems
Did I not treat her better
Did I not put myself out
Did I not go all in
Just to get rejected
Just to hear about more problems
Am I not a friend
She has talked girl talk with
Even if I’m a guy
If I’m not a friend
Who am I?

I feel like there’s
A new her
I feel that feeling but
I’m so dead that
She would have to say
“Hey, you”
I would say
“Hey her”
She would have to tell me
She loves me
I would have to
Believe
Heal
Move on
I can do that
Right?

Why me
The universe decided me
I want to know why
Why can’t I be happy
Be in love
Be me
Why?

“Baby shoes for sale
Free
Never worn”
- Ernest Hemmingway

I wanted to write something
So I’ll write this
I have no idea what it’s about
But does it have to be about anything
Couldn’t a poem be about
A puppy
A clown
A funny story about your life
Or even some mix of them all
Theses are all just random thoughts
That I’m putting in the poem
I have no idea how to get Her to like me
I know it’s over with She
But
I guess I’ll move on to Her
I guess that this is all for
My random chaos poem