I used to think that poetry lived in books, I was wrong
It’s in the way you pause before answer a question
Like your thoughts travel a long road before they reach your mouth
The way you tilt your head slightly when something baffles you
Like you’re trying to hear the logic underneath the noise
Most people try to be interesting but not you
You don’t perfom it and that’s the difference
You say simple things that somehow linger longer than complicated ones
That’s the problem with people like you
You keep leaving little lines of poetry behind
Without realizing that someone might be collecting them
I do. I collect them all. They’re poetry. You’re poetry
Unedited, unpublished and probably even unaware of it
It’s really beautiful but also deeply unfair
Because recognizing poetry doesn’t mean you get to keep the book