Written 2-25-09, 10:33
Why is it so difficult for me to write poetry?
It used to just flow out.
Might not have been good,
But it was there.
Do I just no longer have a single deep thought?
Will I just cry myself numb
Because I feel lifeless enough already?
It used to be,
I liked him, so I wrote.
It faded away, so I wrote.
New guy, new cycle.
Do I just not like him enough?
Is he that uninspiring?
But he makes me laugh
And we have funny conversations
And he likes my writing.
Or do I just like him as a friend?
Am I just fooling myself?
Because I do that.
And it used to just flow.
Author's Note
I can't decide if I like it in stanzas. I originally just had it all together, but I divided it up when I typed it. Good, or no?
Keegan <3
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