i promised i wouldn’t write you a poem – i lied.
i apologize – prose does not suit you
you are a poem not a paragraph
grammar has no place in your definition
your hair owns the wind that blows
crosses off the t’s and dots off the i’s
your eyes fragment my hardened tendency
structuring the sentences of feeling
your lips rewrite the rules that govern
they forget to write out 17
and i am lost in your poetry
no commas to tell me when to pause
reading further and further
i could never write a poem like you
but i could love your poem

i’ve been organizing my life over the past couple days and stumbled across some of my old writing.  this poem is from my junior year of highschool.  hope you dig it.  live happy!