Tuesday, January 17

bad poetry

I wish I could breathe
I wish I could grow and bear much
I wish I could light up the world
one time,
many times
any time
I take it

it's stressful
to think about
me
me
..me
stating the obvious
that's just selfish
and it creates wrinkles on my face
more than I think

I wish to live a life
make it about others

someone told me
one day it'll happen
one day it'll exist
cause I'm going to make it exist

I wish I could breathe
when I read these words
naturally just pouring out
while I sit in a curved form
the orange light behind me
shadows in front me

I wish
to think less
of
me
me

me
...me

and more of
you
you

..you
.....you