me

Hi. my name is Derick. And this is a poem about me.
I have many problems so like the terms and conditions on any apple product you could just skip to the end.
I have this weird fascination with working so hard on things that will only last a few moments like snowmen or a lego sculpture in room full of 6 year olds.
I guess thats also why I tend always fall in love with someone I know could never love me back.
I’m scared of my own voice so often times when I think of something funny I just keep my mouth shut because who knows what might actually come out.
I like to think of myself like a safe with secrets of my true feelings locked inside. So, if someone were to break me open they would only be waisting their time.
My hobbies include:
Feeling strongly about something but never doing anything about it because a long time ago a person told me they had my back and a few weeks later they seemed to misplace it whenever someone better came along,
Getting lost in my own metaphors,
And always telling myself ill get through it even when there is a whole in my heart the size of her hand.
She changed me.
She made me realize that people only care about themselves like they aren’t the ones ending up in the ground at the end of all this.
She took me apart like a child and a kid dissecting a frog in science, and when I finally found the strength to stitch my self back up I realized there were pieces missing.
She literally looked me in the eyes as I was lying on the ground with a knife in my back and she spit in my face like I was the one who cheated.
And this is why I will never be the same.