(Author’s note: this poem actually features specific line breaks and spacing choices that are not reflected in the final piece because, well, I can’t get WordPress to display them properly. It still reads okay here, but it’s meant to be just a little different. I’m sorry it’s not in the state in which I envisioned it.)
and that’s usually fine,
am I getting through to anyone,
what does it take to be wanted,
you need to want
I didn’t catch that.
I really don’t know what I’m trying to tell myself,
It’s so quiet in here.
I think I’ll read a book
and get sad ’cause I don’t know
who wants me to read to them.
Oh, he’s gone.
If he would just hug himself for once,
and tell himself that he’s awesome,
he wouldn’t feel so sad.