You call this poetry?

I'd never claim to be a poet.

To elevate myself to someone holding that much thought.

That much magic.

That much love.

I'd never claim to be a poet because honestly?

I'd never last.

I'd never make it.

I'd never transcend my being to transform

into something worth the time and effort it takes.

To listen.

To read.

To know.

To understand.

I'd never claim to be a poet.

But honestly, the thought crossed my mind.

The idea hit me like a dream...

But it would never work.

Like seeing a rainbow you wanted to touch.

Like running around the block and expecting to get somewhere.

Like getting sloppy drunk and expecting to find your soul mate.

Lost in the idea, lost in the dream, I write anyway.