i've stared at this blank page

for minutes now

the cursor flashes repeatedly

but it still hasn't moved.

my fingers hover like feathers

dusting the keyboard

but they do not press for

a long, long time.

because i do not dare

do not dare to write

if i press these keys

i'll look at them and gag

it's all rubbish

each and every word.

i can write and rewrite

and rewrite and rewrite

it will never be good

and that is because

i will never be good

enough.

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huh.

i've been into poetry lately even though i'm not that good at it. i started this (and the previous one) two days ago when i had a horrible day and i decided to finish it i guess.