I can't write a fucking poem.
I don't want to write a poem.
I can't turn the words and phrases,
make them jump out at you.
I can't make the words flow
and sound so perfect together.
I'm not going to double read it for anything.
I can't make you love me.
I can't care less. I can't draw you a picture. I can't draw you my feelings on paper. I can't spill my soul onto looseleaf. And you know what I wouldn't even if I could. I wouldn't make myself so open to hurt. Why write my heart on paper so it can be ripped. Does it matter? Will it prove anything? Will it move you? I can't move you. And I know after you read this, you'll be mad.
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