Waste of Time
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By Grace Hasson
Poetry is a waste of time.
Why would I write about his maze inside
Or her tongue wrapping around mine
When I could have had my hand down someone's jeans
I don't learn, I want who I want and feed on their disease
Boys, girls, I’ll taste them then set them free
So I can set myself at ease
Saying I’ll rewrite our stories with poetry
Let rhymes take over each potential lover
And pretend they healed me with
The way I wanted her to suck the blood from my neck
The way I wanted to belong in the sheets of his bed
Too many people, too beautiful to forget
I’ll write a line about them, cross it out
And find myself instead
My name's Grace and I'm a dedicated poet and writer. I'm a freshman at AU studying Literature and Music. I'm a member of AmLit and Her Campus and love the color purple.