Don't Tell Me That Poetry Is Dead

Don’t tell me that poetry is dead
While it might be the case for you
I record the taste of words instead
Of texting like other people do
I whisper into other people’s ears
What they are too afraid to believe
I leave them confused and scared
With truths and secrets on their sleeves

Don’t tell me I don’t know people
I sit beside them all each day
I hear their warmth leak and it’s lethal
What they think but never say
I pity those who bite their tongues
And ignore those who say I’m wrong
People that smile wide are the ones
Who hide away the darkest scars

Don’t tell me I’m not a romantic
I’ve studied the effects in a test tube
Everyone else is so dramatic
About who they want to screw
And isn’t it romantic that
We leak bloody tears and sell our souls
For someone who we use for chat
Trying to make ourselves feel whole

Don’t tell me that poetry is dead
Some fall in love and some are blown up
The world pulses strong with vivid red
We all shrug shoulders and push our luck
Watch death on TV and drink our tea
Of course - we’ll understand it soon
We live careless and we die carefree
Glare into the sun and punch the moon