I Write Poetry

I think of all the things I’ve never done.
All the races I’ve never run.
The people I’ve never talked too.
I brush the fluff off my shirt
Pretending what you said didn’t hurt.
But it did. And what’s worst
I think about what you said,
And what it was supposed to mean.
But I’ll ignore that ... cause it’s crap
Whatcha think about that.