Poetry is a funny thing
so many people are writing it these days
but they all write about the same things
love
desperation
hate
and a lot of them blend together
in a giant mass
of confused teenage emotions
on the brink of a crises
they don't stick out or leave a sweet taste on your tongue
they leave you sad and empty
and i guess you could say that this "poem" is quite ironic
but i wasn't planning on it being this way
planning is for the control freak in which i am not
but perhaps only sometimes
I crave control.
to entice and charm you in ever which way
because in the end
everyone wants a piece
of something they cannot have
