You are the worst thing that has ever happened… to my poetry
You see I used to write poems that make people want to set fire to the world, and cry an ocean. I used to write about death, and depression, and hope, and how I am finally okay with who I am. I use to write to inspire, I used to write about the demons under my bed and the ones in my head. I could write poems about my fears and my dreams and how messed up this world is. But lately, all I have been about to write about is you.
Roses are red, violets are blue, my poetry has gone to **** and its all thanks to you
My poetry has gone from a ***** the world mentality to what ever this sappy stuff I have been writing lately is called.
My poems are about your smile and how it can light up a room better than 1,000 suns
They are about how I get butterflies every time I see you and how there are fireworks when we kiss
They are full of overused analogies, like fireworks and butterflies
They have gone from being about how sometimes I get so scared of everything my heart beats out of my chest to being about how my heart skips a beat when you say my name
They have gone from how music is my catharsis to how when you play music I think I lose the ability to breathe correctly.
They are about how it takes you 20 minutes to get ready because you have to re-lace your shoes every time.
They use to be about how I am scared. I am scared of failure, I am scared not doing anything with my life, I am scared of spiders, I am scared of things changing. But all I can write about is how I am terrified of losing you.
My poetry is about our stupid jokes
They are about how terrified I am that you are going to see me differently when you find out that I am more messed up than I may seem.
They are about how cute you are when you are sleepy and how you are like a modern day, male, Cinderella except instead of losing your shoe at midnight you kinda lose your mind.
You see, I have a reputation to uphold. I am the depressing and angry poetry girl, but I can’t be that when you make me so **** happy.
My poems are about all night video calls and awkward first kisses
They are about how no amount of time is nearly enough when I'm with you
They are about how we are pretty much the same person but with different faces
My poems are about your hair and how much I like it even though its always getting in my way
My poetry is about how you are the only person that manages to give me **** while simultaneously telling me I am cute
My poems are about how your eyes are like coffee, and how I love coffee, and how I love you.
Don’t you see what I mean? You are the worst thing to ever happen to my poetry, but the best things to ever happen to me.
Just some **** I wrote and performed in a competition.