hey love,
you're a hero you know,
always staying strong and low,
always caring for everyone, even those
girls who secretly talk about you under your nose,
always listening to complaints,
always being as sweet as church saints,
always being kind,
always listening to what's on someone's mind,
yet no one gives a **** about what's on yours,
people always claim that they care,
but when you need them the most,
it's funny how they dissappear like air.

i know you feel alone,
but don't worry,
i have an extra shoulder to loan,
i know you feel useless
but trust me,
you're not,
i see you,
now it's my cue
to be there for you.

The block is back
I swear it comes at the worst times

It comes to visit without notice,
giving me no time to prepare

My homes a mess;
My words are scrambled

It sounds like all my poems are a terrible ramble
of sadness and humor
of pain and anger

Can someone please
tell Writers block to give a three day warning next time?