Barren Ground
I pour the words out on the page
hoping to arrange them in some sort of order
to make my feelings known to you
and understand them myself
but it’s all just so much claptrap and drivel
you wouldn’t notice anyway because you don’t pause to read it
“Ugh, it’s poetry”, you think
“Don’t waste my time with that bullshit”
but it’s not merely my words you disregard
it’s me
you pay me no mind
even though you are all I can think about
show me who you really are
so I can stop this idol worship
and return my heart to its former state of hollowness
where butterfly wings fail to flutter
and no hope grows
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 