A Series of Passive Aggressive Haikus by a Young, Frustrated, and Awful Poet Who Is Trying To Deal With His Emotions in a Healthy Medium.
I think I am strong,
till the sight of
your smiling face
breaks me down
to pieces
It's hard, acting
like I've never held
you in
intimate moments.
In those still
minutes,
we were continually
heated
by our own passions.
Here in the present,
we are obligated to
be
so cold and frigid
I would almost like
if you said how you
hated me.
It sure beats
silence.
Read, seen, and
opened
are all of my
messages, where
I try to greet you.
Instead, I am left
With maybes,
what-ifs, and your scent
trapped inside my
nose.
How can I focus,
On retinal fields,
when you
still kidnap my
thoughts?
Masculinity
commands, "I
shall not shed a tear!"
Fuck gender roles.
Maybe I'll tell you
how broken you make
me feel
when you don't call.
Or even better!
I'll write a shitty
poem
so you understand.
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