Nobody besides me is going to read this
so this is safe space, writing poetry
spilling unasked and unseen
scabbed over feelings onto
contrasting displays featuring marvelous me
and i know i've veered away from beautiful
rythmic verse and even the common crying
cursed sensitive soul not getting touched
beautifully wailing about the sweet mundane
and no I can't make up my mind on dinner or you
not reading this is a desired erasing i now regret