if i had the energy,
maybe i'd cry over the fact that
i can't get the words to flow in this paper,
this assignment, this tiny grade
swimming in a lifetime of letters and numbers
all meant to determine my worth.
if i still had the energy, the perfectionist
buried inside of me would kick in and critique
the work; it'd tear apart the letters and mangle them
until they came out sounding somewhat intelligent,
until everyone glosses over the fact that this
paper clearly has no point, no direction
(like my life)
and no energy leaping out to greet the reader,
a.k.a. my professor and literally
not another soul.
if i had the energy, i might care
that this reminds me a little too much of three years ago.
i might try and figure out what the **** to do
in order to make myself care.
then again, if i cared,
i wouldn't be in this position in the first place.
if i had the energy, i'd stop here
and fling myself off the roof - at least,
i would, if i didn't think dying would hurt
like hell and death wouldn't be terrifying as ****.
if i had the energy, maybe this paper would already
be finished, and i could be sleeping, instagramming,
living. but the energy and my soul are dried up,
and the words won't come,
and i keep clacking on these tired keys,
a desperate prisoner trapped in dizzying
whirlwind college days.

The only masterpiece
that captivates me so much is
the beauty that unfolds
once your lips curve.


*-qyf

Don't you know a good love is hard to find
You'll search and search all over for someone of the same soul and mind
And even when find that that special person
You're likely to make some grave mistakes
But hang on in there with everything inside
I tell that's what it takes
The very day I found you felt as if I was in an Earthquake
Every day now I wake up I speak to you in love's own voice
So very glad that you're my personal choice
A good love is hard to find
Inside now feeling so good
That you're fine and all mine

Look within the drunken poet's heart
Notice the missing stanzas
The lines that were too unbearable
To write and relive.

Look within the drunken poet's heart
Their memories are slowly fading in
Reeling in the abandoned feelings
Then releasing them back in the creek.

Look within the drunken poet's heart
The many paths they have stumbled
Trying to forget, trying to hang on
Writing to numb the pain.

Look within the drunken poet's heart
Their dreams and desires just a poem away
Trying to escape the past by living in the future
Their hearts dreaming away.

Look within the drunken poet's heart
Don't break them or you'll just be another poem
A poet really knows how to love you warm
They know what it's like to hurt and love.