it's not that special

what i do

because all i do

is put down

words

that sound cool:

nacreous

adulation

effervescence

narcissistic

imbrogli­o

divine

haphazard



there's no rhythm

in what i say

all i'm doing

is breaking

lines

and adding

s p a c e s



sometimes

(yes, sometimes)

i put my words

(in these)

in things we call parentheses

and sometimes

(yes, sometimes)

i repeat myself

and call it

emphasis

(emphasis)



on occasion

I might rhyme

but that takes thought

and that takes time

cat, hat, bat

late, hate, date

fat, gnat, mat

mate, fate, eight



sometimes syllables

can help your flow sound better

much like a haiku



if i talk about angst

death, love, and self-hate

(cliche topics)

it's deep

but my favorite

poem i ever

wrote

was about bacon



and god forbid

i capitalize

because that would mean

it didn't look artsy

THIS IS NOT OKAY

Neither is this.

no punctuation

at all



people say my poetry

is beautiful

that I follow all the rules

but I didn't know there

were rules

to follow

really all I do

is put random words

random phrases

in random patterns

and call it art

I ask, "How are you?"

You ask, "I thought you knew?"

I grin, "I have a surprise."

You grin, "Is waiting wise?"

I state, "Have patience, my dear."

You state, "No patience, I fear."

I joke, "Let's be together."

You joke, "It'd be my pleasure."

I smirk, "We're different, and you are something."

You smirk, "We're brilliant, and how very touching."

I laugh, "You're distracting me."

You laugh, "Do you want me to leave?"

I reply, "Don't go."

You reply, "I know."

I smile, "I'd do anything for you."

You smile, "I don't think that's entirely true."

I stand, "Let's speak."

You stand, "How bleak."

I swallow, "I have something to say."

You swallow, "Is everything okay?"

I bite, “Lately, I’ve been craving you more.”

You bite, “How come you’ve never told me before?”

I say, "I'm blind to you, you're blind to me."

You say, "Or do we just refuse to see?"

I warn, "My head isn't on straight."

You warn, "That's okay, I can wait."

I scoff, "This might hurt."

You scoff, "You're not that sort."

I sigh, "What's love?"

You sigh, "Us, kind of."

I stare, "I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet."

You stare, "If I opened them, I'd learn, I bet."

I purr, "Be mine."

You purr, "The thought's divine."

I plead, “I want you.”

You plead, “I need you.”

I breathe, “I love you.”

You breathe, “I always knew.”

you were yellow

like the sun

(I hated yellow

but I loved you)

I was blue

like the sky

(you hated me

but loved blue)

and what we had

made others jade

(oh but we were precious emerald

but even emerald is just green)

and slowly out color began to fade

and you were just yellow

and I was just blue

(not meant to mix on the palette

because green just wasn't for you)



I had never been cerulean

or azure, indigo, or turquoise

(sapphire, cyan, aquamarine

those colors just weren't me)

but now I was just washed away

barely even blue

(really more of a grey

but you don't care for colors, do you?)



and then a scarlet flash

of something bright

(a happy shade

a vermilion sight)

a steady flame

a vibrant red

(the smell of strawberries

inside my head)

she didn't mind my

yellow stain

(she had one of her own

but that color has no name)

she was a rose in a field of thorns

you were a dandelion in a field of daises

(I was a forget-me-not

she didn't, but you forgot)



her ruby words

my face flushed crimson

(a color I had

never felt before)

my grey grew vivid

shifting back into blue

(this time I was indigo, cyan, sapphire

azure, cerulean, and turquoise, too)

a happier blue

then I was before

(because I have you

and you are so much more)



you are red

like a sunset

(a brilliant tint

a lovely tone)

I am blue

like the sea

(and the sky

is blue like me)

together we're lilac

a lavender hue

(and you are just red

and I am just blue)

our colors can bleed

our colors can touch

(because we both like

purple very much)

I don't wish
for myself to die,
but I wish that
I was never born
I wouldn't die
after I'm broken,
but I'd be dead
before I'm torn

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