Can't write poetry well,
haven't ever given it much thought,
really haven't been able to figure out my voice in it,
i guess it doesn't have to be for me,
still it irks me,

I'll still give it a shot,
Like I do with many hobbies in my life,
obviously I should settle on one,
very certain that I'm stretching myself too thin,
everyone has their strong points,

You are definitely mine,
often I find myself laughing to myself,
utterly aware of how lucky I am,
To have someone like you,
one who I can be myself with,
one that is truly a dingus (which is a-okay).

Here's a temper tantrum I'd like to write down:

There are not enough words to describe,
Not enough words that could help me articulate,
Not enough words that can possibly substantiate,
The insane amount of perturbed I feel,

If I was capable of doing so,
I'd take this time to apologize for being a brat,
Unfortunately, at this time, I don't believe I can do that,
Considering I feel my soul being ****** out by endless stupidity,

I'm not good enough,
I'm not young enough,
I'm not tiny enough,
I'm not enough,

This may not be my time,
And maybe the next shot won't be it too,
But I guess I'll just have to decide to make do,
Besides, I hear that good things come to those who wait,
Or something like that,
****, who cares?
I'm still too ****** to concentrate.