Poetry and Prose
Honestly
a poem about what I wanted to say
The truth is I don’t like your food Your voice is just ok No, I don’t think it will become anything serious The shirt looked better on the rack. I said I was busy I was just too busy for you. I block you from certain posts. I can’t stand when you play devil’s advocate. I know you’re exaggerating most of the time so that others think you’re a superstar. Part of me is afraid they will see you as one too. I’m scared I might be wrong about you. I’m not sure I’m equipped to handle it or cope. But the deepest cut is how you two get along so well;
that’s the part I hate the most.