Reading poetry has never made me feel so alive
But this time
It's like i'm stealing words
And robbing pages
Making people turn the blind eye
While I strip the spines
Off of every carefully crafted novel and poem I've ever come to know
You see
Writing poetry is so exciting
But kidnapping others' is so inviting
They want you to feel how they feel
So why would i pour my own heart out?
I will cry your tears instead
I will move into your head, your life,
Your bed,
Just so I don't have to feel the loneliness of sleeping in mine.
Because that is where my poetry lies
And that is where the noose around my neck binds.
Oh god, please, won't you read between my wonderfully spaced out lines?
Won't you call me out on all my *******, half-*** schemed rhymes?
Please just pay attention
Make sure I listen to your correction
My absolute care is your infatuation
But i'm dumbfounded.
How could someone like you
Want someone like me
To carefully piece together my lips all the time
Just so you can hear my whines?
This life is no love of mine!
But god do I wish you to be fine
I just hope that when the time comes
You will still want to hear my voice
And see my words
No matter how sad
Because I will always hold your tears
No matter how much it hurts my flames.