Another day another poem
whats the point? I have no one.
I see you post pictures,
and want to think its a sign: A sign that says “Enter”
I don’t even follow you
I blocked all the others. so why do I think of signs?
I know you shouldn’t bother. I can’t keep going.
I keep thinking of you
And that so far no one is better
I now, don’t show anyone these poems.
And occasionally slip up,
telling friends “I can’t forget her”
Who could my friends be but one or two?
Not even rich boy’s weed can uproot all of you.
Now I’m sober, and the night is over.
I think of old friends from that place down the road
all the girls that I loved and words we had spoke
The guys and my brother, whom no longer start trouble
I am lost, getting compliments from your necklace I wear as my totem
Another night another poem