Hey haven't seen u in a while

Um... new phone, who dis?

Don't u remember me?

I don't have u in my contacts... who r u?

DONT U REMEMBER ME?!?!??!

jeesus calm down... just tell me ur name...

REMEMBER ME!!

DUDE CHILL JUST TELL ME UR NAME!!!

HOW COULD U???? I TRUSTED U!!!!!!!

TURN OFF THE CAPS LOCK DUDE!! JUST TELL ME YOUR NAME AND ILL PUT U IN MY CONTACTS!!

I can't believe you. Why would you do this to me, Catherine?

My name isn't Catherine. It's Marcus.

LIAR!!! UR CATHERINE AND YOU JUST DONT WANT TO ADMIT WHAT U DID!!!!!!!!

Listen, my name is Marcus and I just got a new phone number. Jake, if this is u i swear to god.

DON'T U REMEMBER ME????

LISTEN!! JUST TELL ME UR NAME!! I'LL PUT YOU IN MY CONTACTS!! CHILL MATE!!

U just don't want to admit what happened with Karly.

I DONT KNOW A KARLY.

LIAR!!!

SRSLY!!

Catherine I am coming for u... I will make you remember us. I will make you remember me and karly....

WHO THE F**K ARE YOU??!?

I WILL MAKE YOU REMEMBER!!

I'm blocking u

I WILL MAKE YOU REMEMBER!!

Drip drop

Pop the top

Off the pen

Let the ink

Stain the skin

Black as nightmares

Yet bright as stars

Shining with potential

To become something great

I’m going to admit,

A computer really doesn’t equate

Ink is black or red or green.

Red like blood or black like night,

And green like the money you need so desperately

And the money you probably will never see

Ink is broke like me, quite honestly

I write about the wealth of ink

The only kind of wealth I’ll ever see

Is the drip of the ink down my computer screen.

If I went back in time,

and told my young self that I’m writing stories

my young self would laugh

“I‘ve failed English class three times.

Writing? Hell no.”

Young me would say.

But as I grow

I start to realize

poetry isn’t about the grammar.

it‘s About the message.

So there.

i May never be famous

i won’t write a bestseller

but

I can write poetry.

so there’s a start right

with some help

i may one day actually write a story.

but I can write poetry

so there’s a start.

This roller coaster ride I‘m riding

what’s The point anymore?

why don’t I just end it now

before it gets any worse

roller coasters make me vomit

this roller coaster is no different

the only difference is that EVERYONE is riding this one

and they are all fine

except me

everyone riding this roller coaster is laughing and

having a good time

all but me.

the roller coaster

I call it hell but

everyone else seems to call it life.

Here I am.

Supposedly I’m the golden child.

Threw away my sister like she was trash and she’s dead because of it,

But I’m the golden child. I can’t die so easily.

Can’t let go, because

I need to stay around to make the world better.

Better.

Like that’ll ever happen. Better is a distant dream, one for our children’s children’s children.

A lifetime long after my own.

I’m the golden child.

The one who everyone wants to date.

The one who everyone wants to fuck.

The one who gets groped in the halls.

The one who was raped by someone I thought I could trust.

Yep, that’s me.

The golden child.