I sat down to write poetry
What I wrote talked more about you than me
My mind cannot create vivid imagery or put words together musically
The words I wrote came slowly and forced
I can hear the poets yelling you should have new shit
I wanna be done with it
All I wanna do is find where I fit
Sometimes, I am with the clique but not necessarily in the clique mainly because I am an awkward fit
I tend to isolate a little bit
Right now though, poetry is mocking me
Silently stalking me
Whispering when I am speaking, that you need to write down what you are thinking
You have haiku in your thoughts
And if its truly love you want
You are going to have to reach out
Stop waiting for life to come to you
No one knows you better than you do
Poetry has been going live for weeks
Yet, no one hears you verbally speak
Just the words you put online
Reading it in their voice is just fine
Those are just the thoughts on my mind
My heart and mind is only on you
Consumed with all the good memories of you
There is no space in my mind to put together fluid sentences
The tears flow
Creativity has come to a halt
I don't wanna write no more
Only inspired by what is in my sight
Still comparing myself to what I read
Yet, poetry is all I need
So, that I can set my emotions about you free
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