This poetry thing
feeds from my sorrows –
If I were to find success;
I mean happiness,
that would be
the death of it,
It takes a sacrifice
to keep the things
we love around
isn’t it?
So God can keep
my happiness away
if it means it’ll take
this poetry thing
away from me –
I mean,
What would I play with,
if not words;
Girl’s hearts?
No, I’m good –
So can someone
brave enough,
please step forward
and hurt me –
Break my heart apart
like the girl I thought
was pregnant with my child –
“Wait, what?
Did I just say that?
Yeah, you said it Jay –
Oh no! Pardon me,
Forget I said anything;