1:44am
words are fucking with me
writing about you should not sound pretty and well put together
I have run out of convenient phrases
so describing you is reduced to stupidity
I am reduced to sounding like a gotdamned idiot
a poet without much concern over rhyme and/or pattern
I am a mute reduced to expressions
each finger broken and I cannot scribble
yet I am reduced to scribbling
and left to search for complex adjectives
I am but a grain of sand
stuck in somebody’s soul
and every right step crushes me to sheer madness
clever organization of words may due for others
but for you it’d be fake and I’d want to motherfucking hurl my rhyme book
into a searing pile of shit
a poet reduced to shit
eloquence gone like shit
a love poem filled with shit,
which you are totally unlike may I just say
I could not possibly do you justice
but giving up would be cowardice
so I apologize
but you are too good to be captured in empty poetry
and too real to me to be verses
words are fucking with me
but the inability to write a simple love poem fucks with me more
poetic hypocrisy