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.