Roses are red
Violets are blue
This constitutes as poetry
I love you too
x

I find it funny
To be called a poet
When often times
I cannot sew together
A simple sentence
To explain to you
The anxiety drilling
Holes deep within
My bones of which
Often feel non-existent.

I find it funny
To be called a wife
When often times
I cannot collect
The energy to make
A simple dinner
Meant for two
Or wash and fold
The laundry now
Two weeks past due.

I find it funny
To be called a friend
When often times
I cannot pick up
My phone for
Even a simple
Message to let you
Know I love you
Even if it may seem
Like I avoid you.

I find it funny
To be called funny
When often times
I am the **** of my
Own jokes and they
Have no clue that
To me, I am stating
Simple facts with
A hint of laughter
To keep from crying.

-ARI

You're full of it
False hope and limp words
Spilling more than you're worth
I wish I never let you in
Always pulling my hair out
Cutting me with your nails and shouts
You're a mad mess
And I'm a wreck of your creation

My head is full of helium my body's drowned in lead