FYI I'm not a teenage girl Here is my mindfart It is fine. What once was, was not, and it's fine. I'll try, to forget what I thought was mine. To forgive, is tough, but I'll try. My mind wanders, and I see the spear of your eye. sharp, and sparkling bright. Your eyebrow, like a hawk in flight. I come back to myself, and continue to try. To forget is hard, but I try. Sweet liquor give me courage to smile. And make me forget for a while. My mind drowns, but you swim, nae, you fly. I remember your lips, and I sigh. Pursed and not lush, but mine. Your smile made my heart shine. Your dimples beckon, one peck, then I'm fine. I remember all that and I sigh. I sigh till there's no breath and I cry. I cry till my eyes are bled dry. Then I smoke till my lungs are on fire. Till I choke on my own sadness and die. Till my soul parts and I finally fly. Or that's what I wish, but I'm fine.
"Being a teenage girl" is absolutely untrue. There are great adult male poets. Robert Frost, E.E. Cummings, Robert Browing and William Shakespeare case in points. That's a great poem, by the way. Keep writing, and be confident in yourself!
