Maybe men aren't for me
Looking back they have always gotten in the way of me being my raw true self
They have gotten in the way of making my dreams come true
They got in the way of my hard work
Of my education
Of my family
My friends
Me
And I let them

I write poetry
for eveything else
has failed

My life has no bottom
It's Hell down inside
my well

Do not feel like you are
sorry
Do not feel at all

Go write some kind of
poetry
It's better than digging wells

Never was,
or ever will be.

leaving me to drown
would be a fate less cruel
then falling asleep in your arms
and waking up
next to an empty space