I'm one heck of a writer
                    But I'm a lazy reader

I'm thoughtful
                    But selfish

I'm curious about life
                    But find myself numb

I'm a saint
                    I'm a sinner

A little bit cocky
                    But feel like a loser

I'm far from flawless
                    But I'm certainly not unique

I'm dark
                    I'm light

Yes, that is me
                   Welcome to my imperfections

you inhale more smoke
taking more small steps to death
to feel more alive

I thought that maybe I'd have something to write about now but I guess not because here I am with black eyeliner and hickeys that look like snakebites still wondering what to say

You were
           living
             breathing
                poetry
complex
   beautiful
    but not always understood
                                  or appreciated.