Poetry?

Poetry? No it’s not, but then a lot of things aren’t I’m very weary of continually having to defend myself. I thought just maybe this once; Maybe this place would be an exception to the rule. Hell I’m sorry if you can’t get a grip on who or what I am; But hey if you don’t like me; just leave me alone and I’ll do the same with you. If I was a vindictive type you’d never know about it till it was too late. Then again that’s probably the problem here right. I take an interest in a particular individual; As a human being, an artist, a poet; Ask them what are their motivations; and boom; I get a physical description; and some kind of am I interested in a date. No I don’t want a date; I got my hands full; I’m open to a certain kind of love; But everybody seems to be looking for what; Marriage, white picket fences; --what? I don’t know and I don’t want to point fingers; I’m sorry if you can’t figure me out; Don’t trip it, I can’t figure myself out. Mostly I try to wake up feelings that might stimulate the creative juices. So typical you know; Just like the agnostics all claim about Christian mentality. If we don’t understand it, it’s evil or a heavenly entity Hey superstitious, black cat crossed my trail. “Why can’t we be friends?” I know you suffer from anxiety; But why you gonna take it out on me? “Why can’t we be friends”; why can’t we be friends”? I say I’m sorry and I’ve backed away; But I wonder how you got this way; Why can’t we be friends? Why can’t we be friends?