When asked
what is poetry to me?

The words came in my ears
in some way my brain makes sense
fiddles with them then spills out
on to the page
in the form you see
in so many words
which in some way is me
the signature of me
that's the way I do it
if it hurts you
then that's your fault
if it hurts me then it was meant to
but I never wanted to hurt you
that's why I cry.