Ugh
There was a time
when I didnt write sappy
love-crap bullshit poetry.
I wonder what happened to that guy,
he seemed like such a nice fellow.
Too bad he had to leave in a hurry like that.
Back in the day, I was a GUY.
None of this let me count the ways garbage
that teenagers fill endless journals with.
And yet, here I am. 25 going on 14.
This feels so wrong.
-WindRider March/April 1998