The Ramblings of the Guilty: By Malice
I don't know what the point of this is.
I mean, free verse poetry is just writing things
in a unique way, with unique words and a unique idea.
I'm not good at writing things like this,
I don't think either of us are,
but I want our team to win so I guess I'll give it a shot.
You're pretty cool I guess.
I mean, I like you, and you like me.
Which is weird to think about.
Two killers, both alike in dignity,
in fair distant space where we lay our scene.
Wait, wrong poem.
To be or not to be, that is the question.
Whether tis nobler in the mind to actually write a poem,
I'm not good at this.
We aren't good at expressing emotion.
I don't understand it and you don't care,
but we care for each other, and that's good enough for me.
I hope I slightly got across what you mean to me.
Whether you can make sense out of this or not,
or recognize that I took the time to attempt to write this.
You're pretty cool, and I'm glad you're around.
Also, you know that bottle of rum you were saving?
I broke it. Now I've got a headstart because you took time to read this.
~Mal <3