I am not a poet
I don't carry a notepad in hand
Or drink coffee the whole night through

I cannot write of the wrongs life has given me
Or of that man who stole my heart and left me empty
I cannot write about missing you everyday
And I cannot write about hating every part of me

I am not a poet
I don't have stories like you do
I don't feel cold and hollow

I am not
A poet

Good luck
With life
With that man
With that friend
With yourself

I am not a poet
I am happy

Summer strips me bare of everything
Melts off that I had become
The cold wet weather formed my layers of rust
And now I am clean
But I am empty and bland
Bearing no function at all
I am told to start again
And build something solid
To last me more than a season
But my arms are too weak
And my vision is dotted

I remember last holiday
Your smile extended yards
And your laugh went on for miles
The gleam in your eyes never seemed to stop

But this year I see a change
Your laugh was empty and fake
And you were very sad by no mistake

Everything you do
The devil is there
He spends his life lurking
In the most quiet parts of you

He's there in the words that roll off your tongue
As well as every blink
And every breath
That escapes your lung

Help a stranger
Carry a smile
Tell a joke
Sing a song
And then sing another
Tell your mom you've missed her like no other
Feed a stray
See a band
Climb a mountain
Grab some friends
And go on an adventure
That never ends