The Pen

i wrote this in 20 minutes after a guy i liked said he didn’t like me back and i convinced myself i was unlovable

One time a pen exploded in my school bag
i had left the bag in my car and the pen just didn’t make it through
i still find ink residue everywhere
in my bag
in my car
on my books
there are reminders of it everywhere

even after a year
i reach into the bag
and find the black ink

sometimes i feel like i’m going to explode
all the anger
sadness
loneliness
just reaching their limit

unlike the pen forgotten in the car
i don’t know what happens after i do

maybe i can fix this
maybe it can still write

if i end up like the pen
do you think i’ll be remembered just as clearly

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I carry a journal and pen everywhere. When I need to write. I can.
"maybe i can fix this
maybe it can still write"
I felt the frustration in your words. Dominic. We will learn. Not everyone will like us. Nice flow of thoughts. You made the reader ponder your words.
Coyote