what i've been searching for...

I'm sorry I'm not very supportive
And that I don't always understand
I'm sorry I'm distracting
And that I don't always take your hand

I'm sorry I'm easily confused
And that I never know the right thing to say
I'm sorry that I'm easily upset
And that I sometimes take things the wrong way

I'm sorry I'm hard to get along with
And that I'm not always in a good mood
I'm sorry that I am often grumpy
And that I can't think of anything that rhymes aside from 'food'

I'm sorry I'm not too fun to spend tiome with
And that sometimes I just don't give a fuck
I'm sorry I'm a stress head
And that all of my poems suck

-18 days-

I.

Hate.

Poetry.

Forcing words to rhyme
To sing
To scream

To slap a message in your face
To spill tears
To spill smiles

To mend the heart
To wake the soul
To entertain
To taunt

I.

Hate.

Poetry.

Stuttering again and again
Never being able
To get it to flow
Like I imagined

Making the words just right
Until I want them to die

No.

Until i want to kill them

I.

Hate.

Poetry.

And I think it hates me too...