We went to Texas and they said they missed us
Have to keep praying for a different pop song
I can't keep standing around your understanding,
that's a cue for our marriage to die
and you don't even have to ask why

I used to hear him crooning, which caused some swooning
I loved to be in love; having a heart beyond
eighties pictures and frat guys named Richard
******* to a new control
and I've never felt so whole

Computer bloke
trying to undress me
despite being broke.
If you don't have money
or aren't funny, honey,
I'll blend into smoke.

Pale denim ***
Jaw that cuts
through glass
Converse high-tops
Twirl your hair
Until my heart stops

Baby Baby Baby
Spread your legs for me
Spread your wallet for me
Because I ain't a lover
I can't open up for you
like you'd like me to

I have noticed a handful of things about Hello Poetry, however similar or dissimilar. I'd like to share my observations in poetic form.

I once was in love, but I didn't work out .
Please understand that my love
was unique and you wouldn't understand, but please understand
what you wouldn't understand.

My love is like (insert ridiculous description, regarding a storm, blood, or an event)
and my heart beats like a caged
monkey, pounding with **** covered knuckles.

Did I mention how intelligent I believe I am?
I shall now act confident so I can
compensate for this crippling insecurity. (Insert Will Hunting rant).

Metaphor. Metaphor.
******* metaphor.
Bloated poem
trying too hard.

Men are ****! I will now rant
about how sexist they are
while being sexist and narrowminded.

Liberals! Conservative!
Hilary! Trump!
Liar! **** hair!

***. ***. ***. ***.
***. ***. ***.

Something, something divisive.
Something, something,
******* philosophy.

Hey! Over here!
Look at this haiku about nature!

Hey! Over here!
Read my 67th love poem!

Ugh. You lot are dreadful.

Hurting by the ocean waves
  sand with blood, we all
learn to behave, when our
  curtains catch no light,
and do not prevent the
  squashing night
to give my child to another
  and to abort a fetus, who
is or was his brother,
  depending whom you ask,
of couse I wouldn't know,
  so I numb with clothes,
money, and blow.

She is a spindle on my bed
Reminding me of my mumma
  Sweating on my sheets,
naked, lewd, romanticizing me
  Not knowing I hide her
from my friends and family
  Not knowing I drink, pop
uppers, downers, as I prop
  Up against the headboard
and as I watch her cradle
  Her head between my
Half Caucasian, Half ******
  Thighs, riddled with scars
Seven years old, one year older
  Than the baby I gave up.

I wonder how I taste, how
  I look, Do I taste like shame,
Do I taste like love forgotten
  Do I look like the ******
The city girls gossip that I am
  Can you see the removal,
The crib I threw my child from
  The trauma that caused me to
Abandon him, to abandon me,
  What will cause me
To abandon you

  Sarah, my love, where have I gone
Why have I left you, bloodless,
  Soulless in the pitch black dreary
Gravelled upon the smoothness
  Of my deceitful, coarse projection

Sarah, I am sorry that my shame
  Coerced me to run from your
Eternal rays downward on my
  Dimpled, crooked smile, on my
Dimpled brown ***, attached to
  My snakey spine, what holds
My ribs, what protects my lungs
  Which do nothing but breathe
You.