Note to SelfA Poem by John ByrdAs I sit and watch you cry. You spill your pain in my lap. I hope you know I’m taking note Reflecting on my own past actions. Taking note on what not to do. Figuring out the human brain How we work Our main flaws. The problems of the younger generation. Love. Love. The notes always relate to love. It’s like we can’t escape it. Love makes us cry the most. It makes us think someone is better than they actually are. Such a great feeling. Burn and crash. Here come the tears. Note to self never break a heart. Oops I just broke one 3 weeks ago. As you tell me your story I realize I did all the same stuff As this terrible person you tell me about. I could have been the one to make you cry. I’m no better than that person. I just realize it. It’s like a conscious evil. Nobody is perfect But we could do so much better. Maybe hearing this story about myself 3 weeks later Will stop me from doing it in the future. Just let me take note As I watch your endless tears drop. Temper tantrums Kicking of legs, And Gritting of teeth. 3 weeks ago that was her. But that’s when I didn’t take note. Here I am now watching Judging Feeling sympathy Not knowing what to say And thinking Note to self. © 2014 John ByrdFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorJohn ByrdDetroit, MIAboutJunior at Michigan State University. Hip Hop and poetry are my two favorite things. Childish Gambino is my favorite artist. Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, and Henry David Thoreau are my favorite .. more..Writing
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