poem attempt.

i want to sit down and write a poem to you

but i don't know who you are.

i want to be inspired by you,

but you're probably really far.

i came home tonight,

you weren't in bed,

i looked at porn,

but i thought instead,

of happy little things

little joyful things.

you'd pull my hair back when i'm sick

you wouldn't leave me for a prettier chick

you'd hold my hand when i was scared

and wouldn't wear jeans that were flared

you'd kiss my back when i awaken

and jesus christ, you won't eat bacon

you would laugh at things i say

and it wouldn't matter who would pay

so i turned porn off

'cause it was grueling

and thought some more

of what we'd be doing

but then i remembered you don't exist

and i have no one to share this with.