I dont know why we're assigned our curses
Or why I can make them sound good on paper
Go ahead, laugh
At my obscurity
Pretend I am as dumb as you think
I will not hate you for it
In fact you are my favorite reader
The reader,
Who despite their staunchest resistance,
Can do nothing but be mesmerized by me
Go ahead look
look at my words
My spies
The oils that drain off the paper
Seeping into your skin
Lurking through your hypothalamus
Hunting for that one night
That one terrible night
And all of the sudden
It is not my poem
It is yours
You are the one who's never felt so alone
You are the one who she'll never love
You are trying everything to make things better but have only ever known how to make them worse
We want to run from the fear and pain
But this where I stop running with you.
I end where my poems end
at the bottom of the page
So make your own disasters
Dwell on your own disapointments
Let them all be as miserable as you think they are
Be completely unreasonable
And remember
The only thing worse than being me
This bag of bones you found on the internet,
Is being a hypocrite
I like your stuff
Haha.
KS
I'm glad
Thank you, I am a fan of yours as well!
Nicholas Dulepski