beautiful things
are always the problem
beautiful people
always turn out so rotten

my poetry is never ******* good my words are never eloquent enough to fill the page with cursive my hands are lost on keys who to please that's a good question you want generic material so readers can relate so the kids of heartbreak can know where to put their hate and love and fear all online so they can hide behind a screen and scream and scream without disrupting their parents next door and the floor will start to shudder under the weight of the words but you don't notice because your world has always been this way has always been a mess of things not eloquent enough to fill the page with cursive and your hands have always been lost on keys so what's the difference

i would do anything
to be stabbed in the heart,
again,
by you.
because it'd bleed
so beautifully,
again,
from you

i thought i was okay
writing showed me i was not

or maybe
writing about you
destroyed my every thought