when people ask me 'what type of poetry do you like?'
i tell them that i like real poetry
not fake meaningless poetry with technical words that i don't even know.
i tell them poetry has to have EMOTION
and it doesn't have to make sense.
it doesn't have to rhyme, either.
poetry should be raw. it should be written when you don't think you have anything to write about
like that time you were lying in bed and thought of a single word planted onto paper to create a whole stanza, and then five stanzas.
find poetry in music. in the low guitar riffs and the drum beat. find it in the lyrics and the vocals. find words in trees. in lights. in a bottle of nail polish. in your first love and your last laugh.
find poetry when you fall and a stranger helps you up. find it in a busker at the train station. find it when you give that busker some money and find it when you see that the busker appreciates you. find poetry in poetry.

You found the worst in me
That's why you had to leave
I never wanted to be loved by anyone
Until I heard the way you told me that you loved me
Until you woke me up at 3am to go on a walk to who knows where
I never wanted to be loved by anyone
Until I was loved by you
You finally came close enough to find the real me
And that's when you tried to mend the torn parts of my soul
With kind words and constant compliments and a few grams of your own kind of happiness
You knew that if you came too close you'd be just as ****** up as I was
And you couldn't let that happen
You couldn't fix the unfixable
You couldn't love the unlovable
That's why you had to leave
I never wanted to be loved by anyone
Until you tried your hardest to make me feel again

It
took me
losing everything
to finally realize how
much something as small
as a scrambled egg could make  
a difference in the way
you look at people,
nature, things,
even joy
Fin.

"I still love you"
How dare you tell me something like that
I could actually believe you
I see you eyeing the lit cigarette in my mouth
Wanting to either take it from my possession and smoke it yourself
Or throw it into the lake in front of us and watch it drown with your deception
This cigarette tastes just like your kisses used to
I don't know if that's good or bad
I always did fancy a good old fashioned poison
In the form of love
I still haven't said a word
You repeat yourself
"I still love you"
I see you trying to look me in the eyes for some sort of reciprocation
You'll never hear me tell you that I still love you too
Even if I do
"You have a girlfriend to love"
Your jaw clenches
You have no reason to be agitated
You brought this on yourself
"But I love you more"
"But you still love her"
You are silent
I throw my finished cigarette into the lake in front of us
I stand up
Dust off my bewilderment
And walk away
The wind barely catches my whisper as I walk
"I still love you too"