The world told me to cry,
but i still smiled.
The world told me to die,
but I am still alive.
The world told me stay quiet,
but I still fight.
But sometimes the world is right,
that's why I lied.

The
arrow
split air to get to me
the
arrow
split hair to get to me
the
arrow hit me in the head
you
blind
fool
💔

You shouldn't want "everyone" to stay.
You should only crave the needles in the hay.
Let the others walk,
and find others
to betray.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️

I write this poem
Because I have a question
A question I have been wanting to ask you
From the day that I met you

We talked and talked
Shared songs
Spoke about jobs
Read poems
Talked about school

We spoke with each other
Through messages
So I never got to know your voice
Your way of talking

You might see where I am going
So I'll ask it directly
Will you meet me
Over a cup of coffee?

Growing up you're always taught the dangers of substance abuse

but no one warns you of experimenting with love