i would like for the
sun to absorb
me
on a day like this

because, really,
i don't fit in the gaps
you build to call society
or cliques
or groups
or whatever

on some days,
i am a poet,
a dreamer,
an optimist

and then, when someone
siphons my hope
i am left
your wasted potenial
sitting on the edge
of sorrow,

drinking from my cup
of pessimism that i
camouflage with tea
and two spoons of sugar

stating that you make
very nice tea
and pretend that
you get me.

like wtf? anyone noticed my poetry style has gone..i don't know.. simpler?

anyway, to hell with it, at least i'm writing :)