I want to write a good poem.
I want to write an excellent one.
Over the top,
High grade,
Words you can't believe
You said.
But I want it to be true.
I want it to tug at you
Like it does in my nightmares.
Oftentimes truth isn't good.
Or excellent.
It's just truth.
And as much as I'd like to lie to you
That my writing is even a little above ordinary
I won't.
The truth comes gushing out when I try.
The truth comes gushing out when I don't.
My heart has a big mouth.
It's probably laughing at me now.
Probably still laughing.
I'm a bit weird so it's a given.
And look, if I'm gonna be the weird guy
Wherever I go
Might as well perfect the look
And just give it to you like it is

"I need me a good love story"

That's the best poem I could come up with
Neither good,
Nor excellent,
Just true.
I wanna dream with someone the way
Another has dreamt with you.
I wanna write my name beside another
Inside an akward looking heart
On the side of a tree.
With another human being interested
In the mysterious parts of me.
That would be good.
That would be excellent.
Just not true.
What I really want,
Is much harder than that.
I want to be visible
At least enough so people can feel it
When they bump into me
Both physically
And emotionally
Is that too much to ask?
Too excellent?
Too good to be...
I think not.