I wish everyone
Would get the **** out
I don't even know why
I invited them to my house

Who knew
That when the world was finally coming to an end,
We were the first to go.
We
Who even though are introverts,
Antisocials of the highest order
Were seen as real threats.
We
Who voiced our opinions unabashed,
Who fearlessly tackled the world head-on.
All this, using just words.
Come to think of it,
Poets are the most dangerous of them all.
No wonder they saw us as a threat.

I've known you long enough.
I know it when you hold your body just so,
And this movement is invisible to others,
But I know when your muscles tense
And when your heart tenses
And when your world tenses
You will strike.

It's so subtle, your actions are known only to yourself.
And me.
I won't help you, you need to solve your own problems.
But that doesn't mean that I can't sit in the distance and admire
Your beautiful patchwork.

I want my words to be beautiful.
Beautiful like yours.
I want to see ordinary things,
Find the magic in them,
And put the magic on a page, for everyone to understand.

I want to have a way with words.
I want every poem of mine
To become a masterpiece.
Just like yours.

I am not broken.

But you are.

You see the world through pain,
And pain makes the colors brighter.
It makes the value of feelings
Climb higher.

Sometimes I wonder
If I should be broken like you
If I want my words to resonate
Like yours.

Sometimes I wonder,
If it will be truly worth it
In the end.

I wonder what it will be like,
To cut myself up to pour out the beauty inside me.

Just like you.

I imagine that you
Raise the blade
Slice your feelings open
And write your masterpiece
In red.