I wrote this a day or two ago during lunch and I never finished it. I honestly don't think I will because I have nothing else to say but I like what I have so far hehehehehehehehe.
For starters
calling this an apology
is more than
misleading
because I'm honestly sorry for
nothing. Maybe that's a lie
Maybe that's a lie.
It is a lie.
The most memorable thing you've
ever
told me
was that I'm a closed
book
and you want to read it all.
I never allowed you to turn my pages
past my prologue.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I superglued my
pages together, leaving few
for you to read,
but even those pages were
faded
and blotched with stains; almost
illegible.
Maybe I never repaired the book
to make it legible for you
because I never felt
you were
eager to keep turning the pages.
You never made me feel like a
page turner
you acted as if I was Moby Dick
*and no I know I compared myself to a book in a poem I wrote about Jaylen but no this isn't about him. The whole book metaphor thing was just fresh in my mind and I was like wait I can use this for another poem hehe*
YOU ARE READING
Bad Poems
PoetryThis is probably gonna turn into a book full of feelings, negativity, and stupid poems half of these jawns was written when i first got into poetry so ntm 🙃
