I write poems
But I've learned throughout
That you are lied to through poetry
Depression is not romantic, that cigarette smoke is not art, it is smoke that represents your slow earning death. Girls don't always cry over boys, there aren't as many sleepless nights as people say, and drugs don't always make the pain go away.
Yes, maybe you did love him and felt the need to express that through sonnets, but after a while, you'll move on, stuck with that reminder that you thought you loved that dirt bag.
We need poetry that not only speaks to the growing generation but the grown,
To the ones who still have night terrors at 35 or sit in coffee shops looking for their lives
To the ones that blame us but forgot who raised us
We need poetry that shouts and cries when we've ran out of breath because the gods know we will
Oh we will
And when that happens we will need words
with emotions like the ones in our hearts now
So speak while you can, write poetry and stories until your hands hurt
Keep scribbling and sketching until there are no more tears on your shirt
And scream louder than you'll ever think
All until your words are forced to turn into ink
