I'm no poet
Unless you call cheap tumblr-esque writing poetry
I remember the girl who first told me I should become a writer
The same girl I told myself I would love forever
She was at some point my world
Ironically enough she's more of an awkward stranger now
Someone you engage in polite yet awkward conversation with
Directions are useless
Point me in the right way I'll stumble backwards
Maps are a foreign language
What I'm trying to say is that I'm lost
In more than one way
