poets don’t exist except as jagged scars on the face of beauty

i never wanted
to be a poet
i just wanted to
drown myself
in poetry

there is nothing
romantic
in being a poet

you eat (whenyoucanaffordit)
you drink (whenyouremember)
you suffer (whenyouwake)
you write (toomuchtoooften)
you die (notsoonenough)

writing poetry
hurts worse
for the honesty
but that is something
most poets
wouldn’t understand

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