This Is Not A Poem Poem
This is not a peom. No, not a peom at all. Would it be too blunt to say that this is better than a poem? It’s more like a letter. Yeah, that’s what I’ll call it. A letter. Because right now I’m gonna speak real, write real, be real, and maybe even hide. And the whole purpose of this More like a letter than a poem poem is to write out what it is I can’t say to your face. Cause in this moment, this moment I’ve been straving for and hungry for, I realize it’s not the moment I want but the promise. Yeah, i think that’s it. i want the promise. i want the promise that i can write a poem, i mean letter without someone realizing that i, being the english teacher that i am, just stopped using punkuation. And i hope for the promise that all the sweet nothings you spit at me, flow at me, rap to me cause you lost up in me will be just as sweet tomorrow. and considering that i actually want you like i want you to read this letter, i guess it’s only right to hope on this promise: will you still love me in the morning?