Socializing is like driving
Some go a lifetime without learning how to do it

^^

I like the attention you give me
even when I don’t deserve it
because you are my master
and I write all these words to annoy you
for you to scold and give me
what I want

Anything can
look like a poem
and sound philosophical
simply by moving
the words on
different lines.

Am I doing it right?
Is this
really
talent?
Art?
Effort?

I think I am trying.
Really, I am
I go back and change the order
and I break lines
where it sounds right
But it does not take me long.
Not at all.

I try to be
intentional
and call it natural rhythm.
Instinct and style taking over
I alternate between
agonizing every detail
like When to Capitalize
and publishing free form poems without looking over them twice.

How is writing supposed to feel?
Should I labor?
or should it flow?
Or do I get to decide?

I think the things I talk of
mean something
at least.

But am I just
pretentious?

fooling myself into thinking that
using common poetry formats
somehow makes my work worthwhile?

20 years old
lost 1 and a half litters
and her mate five years ago
in a flood
vet says she’s super healthy
and she’s a furball of love
wisdom and mischief
in her catty eyeballs

and here i sit thinking about
a cat that’s lived more life than
i have in my entire life

we talked again these past few days
I then fell again in your stupid ways
I can't wait for everything to begin
As I lay in bed again

As I walk in corners of our school
I saw you with your friends sitting on a tool
You were laughing at what she said
I was shocked, My heart just bled

You saw me approaching you
"hey we we're just talking about you"
I smiled and pretend it was okay
Until she rolled her eyes and smirked in my way

As I lay in bed again tonight
I watched as the stars shine so bright
I cannot help but to agree
that we are not meant to be

If I had a dollar
for every time you made me smile
I'd only have a dollar
because that one smile
is still going strong

my hands trembled as I walk
You asked me if we could talk
of course I said yes
I never loved you less

You asked me about the weather today
I think of words to say
I know this will end bad
This talk is going to be the reason why I'll be sad

"what are we to talk about?"
that is what I wanted to shout
But I kept silent
Pretending that it didn't bother me

"I'm sorry"
that was your first line
"It's not you It's me"
I have heard that before

I hugged you one last time
I cried that night
As I turn my back on you
I silently whispered "I don't wanna lose you"