mediocre poem

What was is not what we remember.

Facts change over time.

The truth is, there was burning ember

And emotions that made us rhyme.

I don’t miss you one bit

My ears are burning hot.

I mean, shit;

I miss you a lot.

Painful honesty

Bruised egos

Profound loyalty

Built with Legos.

We were easy to destroy

No glue kept us together

Let’s blame it on Roy,

or better yet, the weather.

Oh man, my inspiration is getting worse

My apologies for sharing my head mess

Every emotion put in verse

No one cares, I guess.