& when people ask who's it about
I cringe a little

There's times where I wonder if I'm good
or if it's good
or if he's even good enough

they say dating a writer makes you immortal
so what does that make us poets?

My eyes get too tired and sometimes it's only the afternoon
My hands can't keep up with my mind most of the time
which is the most frustrating thing ever

I'll be in the shower and midway have to stop
just so I can allow the passing thought to be written down

But worst of all
it hurts to be so good
but unwilling to see the beauty in your own poetry
because you're too busy looking at who's it about
or why you wrote it in the first place