I can't write poems.
I know I can't. Everybody knows.
Poetry is for the soft ones.
For the hurt ones.
For the broken ones.
For the talented ones.
For the edgy ones.
For the special ones.
And I am certainly none of those.
Pretty damn sad, huh?
Yet, poetry is for everyone.
Because... Art is for everyone,
right?
Because you're supposed to feel comfortable while writing it. While creating it.
Art is for everyone.
But not
me.
I know I suck at this.
I must admit I enjoy writing down my feels.
I must admit poetry is one of my favorite types of therapy.
But I also must admit I suck at this.
I'm not going anywhere with this poem, to be honest.
I'm just wasting your time.
I'm just wasting my time.
I'm a waste of time.
And I am so
sorry.