Nothing about me

Poetry is hard, blogging is hard,

I feel like I have no voice in the matter

I am not important,

I am too emotional,

I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.




When I imagine love with you, It’s calming, it’s challenging,

It’s everything I want it to be –

I see the smiling, the laughing, the kissing

But it isn’t, isn’t,

Isn’t you, isn’t me,

Isn’t either of us

When I imagine love with you,

I don’t, I don’t, I don’t –

I don’t see it.