Her Name Is Poetry By Aaron Ace Cook/AMFACB

Dear Poetry....
 
You are not that interesting   
but then neither am I   
  
Your brilliance is limited as is mine 
That light has been slowly losing it's shine 
  
Where once was something akin to human 
lies the remnants of wreckage   
  
Get over it 
It's only serves as mass entertainment   
the truth is no one truly gives a shit about you 
in the same way you do 
  
Not them, not I   
What words will they say when you die 
  
Some hypocrite bullshit 
because it's taboo to speak ill of the dead   
they'll turn you into a saint, when clearly you ain't   
  
The world will not stop 
Mourning does not last forever 
who among them will take the time to remember   
  
Being alive is to be busy 
Self involved, I am my own world I revolve around   
All this is just one woman's point of view   
still on my honor I swear will never stop writing for you poetry
  
What will I say when you die 
nothing at all, I will go into seclusion and cry
you and I we will live forever. 

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