C-L-S

Let me float

In a sea of poetry,

Words weaving my hair,

Verses like seawater

Trickling into my heart

And lapping against the shores

Look

I’m sick and tired of all this shit and pretending

Look

I’m sick and tired of all the fairytale endings

Look

I don’t know how I’m supposed to survive like this

But look

There once was a sheep

Who ate grass by the heap

It wandered through shops

It trotted across streets

Then it happened upon wheats

Which it devoured in six heavenly feasts

i see things that no human ever should:

the intricate coding of life

an emotion held by the gaze of one person to another

a tear falling silently that helps grow a daffodil.

i am a poet

Most likely to

Trip 

While sitting down

Most likely to

Speak

Without making a sound

Most likely to 

Laugh

So nobody cries

I'm most likely to spend all night reading

and then regret it the next day. 

I'm the most likely to bring cookies for my friends

just to be the only one who likes them.