Shy girl
Why, girl?
Don't you want to try, girl?
Are you gonna hide away,
Are you gonna cry, girl?
Hi, girl
My girl
I don't mean to pry, girl,
But I gotta ask you,
Are you gay or bi, girl?
Sly girl
Lie, girl
You think you can fly, girl?
Standing up there on that cliff,
Everyone say “bye, girl.”

Everyone said
I was made for Adam
But his fruit
Never tasted
As good
As hers.

In a slowly heating
*** of water
But you
Keep dropping ice cubes in.

I've locked my heart up tight
But she still breaks in
When I'm asleep.

I only write
When I should be working.
My poetry
Is a symptom
Of my disorder.

I can't seem to find
My lost peace of mind.
Now where was the last place I saw it?
I had it with you
When we were happy and true.
Is that where I left my contentment?
No wait, there it is
It was just covered up
Under this pile of resentment.

I heard you like short poems
So I'll cut the legs off mine.