I'm not a poet
I don't even look like one
I forgot the poem I wrote to get here

So: here's a 'nother one

I am a poet

Some times words are cheep
Most times
So why write?
Not to be cheep I guess.
To reveal
In a way that doesn't hurt
Or at least hurt too bad.
I don't mind hurt
It's fine
But I'm not exactly perfect
(at least not yet)
Or in some
Most
Peoples eyes
So I'll hurt you too
Or back
By mistake

So hurt me please if you may
So I don't feel so bad
Since I hurt you that day
to come

Sorry if I break you

Sorry if I'm broken

Break me fine
I'm just a clay ***
Stick me in a *** of brown sugar
shard by shard
Then I'm not a ***

I'm a poet

Sorry when I break you
But frankly
You're made of glass

you must be an artist