My heart
Its currently pending

Writing a poem is "easy"
       But
          My brain is loud
              So,
                 My heart covers her ears
                    And closes her eye.
Writes whatever but ends up in the
                                 draft.

i think i like it:
the way that you look at my face and feel the guilt writhe in your stomach
as you remember that you forgot me

all tangled up and stuck together
with wax

i'm a mess i'll never learn how to clean
and i'm vegan
so i can't use glue