Poetry
It will either
Make sense
Or be a jumble of words
That might make sense

Be about true love,
being alone,
Complicated,
just broke up,
Or getting broken up with

To being about
Your best friend
Whether its your human best friend
Or your furry little friend
Because humans are too much

To I love myself
Or wanting to end my life
Because people make me feel
Like a complete failure
And ***** up

To loving yourself
On what you look like and personality
Or feeling like you need to change
Your body or personality to fit in

To being about nature
And the things in the wild
Or how your home
Can feel like a jungle

To being political
And voicing your opinion
To being religious
And speaking about ones faith

The list could go on for miles
But its true
Poetry is life
And about anything
Your heart desires to write about

I miss the way we used to sit
How you'd fall asleep on my shoulder cold

How you quietly would look at me, and I at you, because we'd know

I miss the everyday secret things
Which we used to do and could've been

With a oneness and once unified breath
I miss these more than anything