thank god i can’t write good poetry
the best poetry comes from pain and hurt if you ask me
so although i can’t write like i used to
at least it means i’m doing alright

My tears will not hit the ground

take me softly as you please
take me roughly as you need
take me break me but when you leave
leave a piece left for me

In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.

at first, you were basic
and i didn't care

then you were expensive
and i didn't care

then you were a delinquent
and i didn't care

then you came up to me
and i didn't care

then you became vulnerable to me and only me
and i couldn't help caring

at first we talked
and i was calm

then we flirted
and i was calm
and you didn't care

then we got soft
and i got nervous

then we connected
and i fell so hard for you

then we flirted
and my heart went uwu

then we hung more
and i realized i was just a friend to you

Visions provoke
Forgotten memories
So remote
A touch of color
A strand of hair
Someone’s eyes
You seem to share
A fleeting moment
Or a lifetime
In worlds we never knew of
Life is living
And look for love
Give what you can
And take enough of
So distant it seems
And still So strange
We stay the same
And yet we change