Want (not really a finished poem, just want to share)

I don’t want

what’s about to happen.

Kicking my feet on the ground,

tears on my face,

screaming till I’m red and blue--

No, No No, I don’t want it!

And there’s not a thing

in the world I can do.

 

I do not want this.

It should be me

nurturing that beauty.

Not her.

And I know that this makes me

a bad, bitter person.

A mean, barren-hearted person.

But I don’t want it.

I'll stomp my feet all day long.

I don’t want it.

I don’t want it.

 

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/49jq5x/left_at_arizona/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/49ku31/it_tickles/