Desirable wasn't an adjective used to describe her
the only men that saw her beauty where twice her age
and the women who
well, didn't have the best intentions at heart
she was never asked to prom
never had a first kiss
and wasn't exactly attractive
no one thought she could make it
until she did

She's a female
A little shorter than me physically
But not at all mentally
Self esteem higher than I thought was a possibility
But she's  not cocky
She's the balance
The middle of all things good and bad
She's strived for by, at least, me
Her smile lights up rooms
And I think she knows that
It's different
But interesting
My latest interest captivates me
Let's hope I don't **** her up

She's perfect
Too perfect
Living the life dreamed of
And being who I've dreamed to be
She's different
she's not what I'm use to seeing
Shes more
Only a freshman and already amazing
She didn't have an ugly stage
She was just always the epitome of ideals
Shes unattainable
Yet standing right in front of me
She's perfect
Too perfect

“Poetry is better when your write about yourself”
They say this to me
Repeatedly
But what they don't understand is no one cares about me
people read poetry for healing
So how is me telling people my pain helping?

I think poetry is better
When I talk about beauty
When I describe the sun taking over the sky
And the waves licking the shore

I think poetry is more creative
When I convey someone else's life
When I try to write from their perspective
And see what they are dealing with

Poetry is better
When the words mean something other
Than just depressing life stories
And healing for yourself

Because when you write for others
Your words mean something
Your ideas come to life in someone's mind
And can free them from themselves

Poetry is more than just self therapy
It's using words to heal things
To help people
And to show them they aren't alone

Poetry isn't better when I write about myself
My readers need help with what they go through
Poetry is better when you write about things that matter
Not just things that matter to you

By this time next year
I wonder where I will be
This page shows my identity
The wrongs and rights done to me
What I'm feeling is evident in all my readings
So what will my hello poetry say
This time next year
I hope it's happy
I hope my poems read with an element of sanity
But who knows
Maybe I won't be alive to write anything
I honestly wonder where I will be
This time next year

they call me liar
believe what you want, my friend
because i don't care