Here I sit
not knowing what to write
or how to do this.
A thousand tired emotions fatiguing
my mind while burning my heart.
     Exhaustion from life has crippled me at 21
Love.
All I can think about.
Love

How can I write poetry about you,
when you've never compared
my eyes to
the sea during a storm.
or told me I have galaxies inside me?

The grass is greening
Begins every Spring Haiku.
Daffodils bloom too.

I'm weak
I struggle
To resist
But not very much

When I give in
My face is frowny
But I hide a smile

I feel shame
But not enough
To make me change

I look for solutions
That aren't too drastic
Even though that's
What I need

When the going
Gets tough
I take a nap

I don't carry my home
and i'm more chartreuse
than green

Metaphorically though
I have some very turtlish
qualities

I retreat to my shell
when confronted
and i'm low on the food chain

I'm wary of those who fly
they might pick me up
only to drop me
and **** a tragedian

I hate lettuce
though so
do snapping turtles
eat meat

not important
so ah
**** turtles.