so no one can see that I'm crying.
I sometimes wish
I would've continued college,
but then I look around
at my life.
I borrow my blues
from you and you
and you and you.
I can lend you
what's left of my heart,
but I will need
a fraction of it back.
I am prone to devastation,
and even as a poet it is hard to put love down on paper.