My Open Poem
They call me John, or Johnny
I am 5 foot 9
And Ran Cross Country in high school
Which is perfect because I have been running from my feelings ever since
I have been chasing people who are totally wrong for me
And when they break my heart of glass
Spilling the sand behind them
I claim that they wasted my time
Every time I try to speak to a nice girl
I trip over my own self-esteem
And land headfirst on my shattered pride
Because my heart is clumsy
And refuses to wear a helmet
because of it I have a purple heart from all the bruises
And scars my heart has sustained while
In the battle grounds I call my relationships
My hobbies include:
Losing the daily staring contest to my reflection
And landing flat on my face with every time I take a leap of faith
