I’ve turned into a sad poem,
about loneliness,
about loss,
about jealousy,
about bitterness.

A poem about my inability
to properly express it in a
systematic, logical way.

It builds up fast,
like the tetris game
on hard mode,
and I didn’t even try to orientate
the ******* blocks
so that they fit
perfectly.

It just keeps on coming,
stacking and stacking,
until it hits the surface
and I can do nothing but
shiver and cry in
the pure agony of it.

I’ve turned into a sad poem.
Rain clouds haunt my steps
and I fall down,
slipping on my own tears.