Your imprint's emplacement
Massed fate's apogee,
Where words become pavement
Whilst time sets them free.
Too bad you didn't like it.
I actually wanted to make you feel special.
I don't write love poems
For this reason.
I wrote this for you and you couldn't even pretend to like it.
This is why I don't.
You want me to change so badly that
I did.
Made a change in my life.
You.
"I should be more important that your book!"
One time I wanted to write
You never wanted to read
But you made it all about me ******* at life
like always
You're insane if you think that's okay.
To take my favorite and most important part of myself
And say you're angry it's not you.
You don't care for my passions
Unless you're the only one.
DID YOU KNOW I SEW AND ******* ROCK AT IT?
IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES ME HAPPY THESE DAYS
YES, DUH.
SINCE YOU MADE IT ABUNDANTLY CLEAR
YOU DO NOT CARE
Spoiled people don't understand the value of trade
You have it all
And you don't know it.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)