I’m shutting this down
I’m closing it up
This book that I’ve written
This chapter I’ve read
I’m burning it to pieces
And I couldn’t be happier.
This is the end of the same old same old
Different doesn’t exist anymore
I don’t think it ever did.
I’m tearing this down
I’m ripping it up
This picture of you
And me in my head.
Look what you’ve done
I’m writing freakin poetry
Nonsense of words
That string together
And people praise it.
My eyes hurt
I rub them
And we call it poetry
And this is what you
Want to write?
Write Write!
God please write.
It’ll make you happy
Oh but wait,
Happiness is an emotion
You don’t feel those.
Sorry dude
You’re straight out of luck
I guess you’re stuck.
Oh wait?
I’m sorry
Did that just rhyme?
I’m walking right past you
I’m ignoring you straight
Because I’m worth more than
Anything you could ever give me.
And I think I’m okay with that.