A Year of Bad Poetry

Because I Can October 7, 2008

Blank
My head and my heart, a void.
Like the blackness of ever-expanding…
space.
Vacuous

As the distance between
you and me,
where I find I can’t breathe,
can’t function, can’t…
be.
Empty

Like my smile in response
to the third, the fourth, the millionth
question. Because I know…
you don’t mean it.
Enchanted

Now that I don’t care
about it,
don’t think about it.
Our friendship a slate that is…
Blank

-Essaytch