Poetry
Can be
A way to recreate
Reality
Or at least
***** about it
Incessantly

It’s not your responsibility
To get rid of me
I attached like a tick
******* from your Force  
Maybe making you sick
It could be better
But it could be worse
One thing is plainly clear
You don’t want to let me near
It is your right to do
And probably smart, too
And that’s the lie I will tell you
Whether or not I believe it’s true
That nothing’s the right thing to do

Whatever it wasn’t meant to be
Must be accepted by me
But I don’t want to be free
The door is wide open
And you encourage me to flee
I remain chained to thee
Whether or not you agree
I imprison you
Unwillingly
Within the bars of this poetry
A piece of you belongs to me
And I don’t know if I should
Be sorry

It’s not a process
I’m going through
Letting go of you
It’s more like a quest
To find the will to settle for less
An admission
To myself that I am the less
Isn’t easy to find
I guess

Is it easy to ignore
Or do you almost
Forget
It’s something you don’t want to know
Yet?
Or maybe never
Whatever, whether
I couldn’t have tried any better
Though it was unsuccessful
It was my pleasure

I wish I could know
What you know
Before it becomes what you knew
But wishing is the only thing
A helpless romantic can do

They can’t misquote what I don’t say
But I’m still gonna say it, anyway