I look at someone else's poem
And I see flawlessness.
I look at my own
And I see nothing but flaws.
I write poetry to get away from the bad feelings.
Not to make more.
And it's hard.
Everything is hard.
I've become hard.
Hardened to the beauty of the world.
Hardened to the beauty of poetry.
All I can focus on is my own writing
As I try to be as good
As you.

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

I used to turn my brain off for days
But now I think in waves
Incessant slideshows


of you

is heaven the rainbow
and hell the rain
for when I love the heaven
i fall for hell.

Some people die every second
A day.
Others
still live  even after their death.
Their life has no end.
I feel out of breath.