Some people say they don’t understand my poems. But I don’t remember asking if they understood. I want to know if they enjoyed it.
Because. Because, this poem is about you. And that poem is about you too. That last one when I talked about those selfish girls or those feelings you get when you wake up and you’re no longer dreaming. That poem about hatred and jealousy is about you too. It’s selfish. You must think only about yourself. Poetry is completely selfish, you see.
So, tell me. What are you thinking about?