If I could redo yesterday
I’d do it all the same
only I’d make sure that you knew
you were the one to blame
I don’t want you to get over me
I don’t wanna be your test
I don’t want another lecture
from somebody who “knows best”
I’m not trying for forever
or even for a year
I just want someone there
to stem the flow of tears
I’m sick of all my free time
and sick of poor, lonely me
I’m tired of all this madness
sick and tired of poetry
Sick and Tired of Poetry [poem]
Larissa Lee 