I can't do this. I'm crazy, I'm crazy. Whatever. I'll just write.
Night 1
I'm torn between guys.
Ones candy, ones a pepper.
Hot and sweet don't mix
I shouldn't do this.
I'm taken, and that's a fact.
I can't answer why.
Why do I do this?
Like said, I can't answer that.
Could it be nature?
This is just crazy.
Rattling off at midnight.
All about some dudes.
People think I'm gay.
He probably thinks so too.
Haircut doesn't help. 😑
This is bad timing.
Brandon get out of my head!
You and your swagger. 😠
Adam's mine for now.
I wish I really missed him.
Don't miss him at all.
But not just with him.
Don't miss anyone any
more. I don't feel hurt.
Not to say I'm numb.
I'm not a sociopath.
I learned not to hurt.
My past; it's its fault.
That I deal with things this way.
"Move on little girl."
That's what I tell me.
"Don't hurt; it's better this way."
But it just isn't.
Look at me right now.
I set out to debate guys.
Ha, a fantasy.
Like I'd have a choice.
These guys would fight over me?
Only in my dreams.
What a dream indeed.
The two traits I want fighting,
Will heart or looks win?
It's not like I know
Know what Brandon's really like.
I met him last month.
Why do you do this?
Do you want to steal our hearts?
Do you enjoy it?
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Haikus
PoetryThe story of a girl writing about guys through a chronicle of haikus written over 9 nights. Hey there. I've never written anything on here and was just giving it a shot. Hope it's good!
