I read a poem about you
I read a poem about me
it was the same poem.
I saw a typewriter I wanted
and now I am on my way
to select the one that got away.
I have been reading about Hadley
and all the love they had
for each other
and still it was never enough
for an artist’s heart.
It breaks differently and has no command
because all it wants to do
skin instead of paper
sheets instead of keyboards.
It feels so close when you write to me
but so far when I look away.
It makes me sad to feel the end of a novel
approach, to see you come closer
than a mirror.
I was called a loser and a genius
all in the same sentence
no one really gets the “me” in you.
I try hard to stay away from colouring books
and unoriginal art. I automatically play
your song when you leave.
I hate when you come back.
It makes me feel like we were meant
to be together. It echoes the voices
in my head that kiss me between
conversations. I mostly fall apart
alone, but once in a while
I have been known to cause scenes
and barge out of restaurants. I run fast
I eat quick, I smile softly. I aim to
please. Please everyone
I aim to burn,
It is part of my DNA
I felt this at eight
you know what I’m talking about
it’s a blockbuster moment,
it comes with being a writer
you really don’t want to hurt anyone
but in the end
everyone hates you.