Sorry For Writing About You

I’m going to write something amazing

Something they’ll dissect in English classes

And reference in modern black and white films

Laced with stupid inspirational quotes new adults will pen into their skin

You’ll see it all over tumblr in thousands of infantile fonts

And you’ll want to hate it

But my words will still mean something

No matter how many empty mediums they’re spread across

I’m going to write something

That ivy league hopefuls will quote in their college essays

Which perfectly good writers use as their wedding vows

Because I said it all, better, and first

I’m going to write something

That doesn’t sound like me at all

It’s going to be mature and elegant

Success not undermined by ambition

That gives this earth the impression that I’m wise

Instead of young and human

I’m going to use rhymes as an icepick to wedge myself between the classics

My grandmother will repeat the lines to herself as she stitches together scarves

Sentences that will stay as an infection of dementia crawls through her mind

I’m going to write an explanation

That outlines why

The universe is anything but a solitary stanza

After graduating to extreme all schools of thought go to the same university

We think we need to diet to really live

I’ve noticed that

The tears of terrestrial creatures taste like the ocean
Is pain what ties us to the sea

Or does it evoke the agony of losing it?

We focus on the firsts
But I’m going to write about the lasts

The final kisses, finds, and failures

Integrate train tracks with animal spoors

Using my hands to carve footprints

Understand how we fly through time but only fall in love

I’m going to write it all

Not today or tomorrow

But in the echo of one of these moments

So you can complain that being a character in my existence

Means that you become a person in my writing

But at the end of the day

You’ll want that poem to be about you.