Shitty Poetry 101

I spend a lot of my time worrying about my lost writing skills. Mother has constantly told me to practice, something I never needed to do and I don't see why I should now.
A few days ago I found myself bored in a class with not much to entertain myself with. I had, unfortunately, finished the 4 Sudoku puzzles I had copied on to my notebook to complete in class and still had some 35 grueling minutes to get through. Aastha, always by my side, literally not so much but metaphorically, was scribbling away at a speed that could possibly put A1 to shame. I felt left out and oddly inspired. So I whipped out my pen and wrote some really bad poetry, recalling the words of Trisha: 'Just write man'. It was an unmitigated disaster. I am putting it up to remind myself that if I don't practice, this might be my best work.
Dhruv called my writing 'cute'. The horror. the horror.

#1
I don't know you.
I caught a glimpse of you and I felt glad.
I saw you walked by and you smiled.
How long has it been since another's smile made my day?
But. I don't know you.
I feel drawn to you.
I, the proverbial moth, you, the flame.
I feel myself involuntarily reach for the happiness you embody.
I want to feel it, reach out and grab it, share it.
But you don't know me.
How could you know the misery I have felt for so long that I don't know any other state of being?
How could you know that when you catch my eye, I cant breathe.
How could you know that simple is all I need?
I don't know you.
But I want to.

#2
You are lost
but I have never felt so found
Funny how we started in sync and concluded out of it.
My happiness meant yours.
Your sorrow meant mine.
you always knew, you always grounded me.
Be it in misery, sorrow, joy or hope.

Now I find that Um the rock in the sea and you are grasping and floundering and drowning.
I beg you to swim towards me you don't.
You've been my pillar, let me be yours.
I reach for your hand, intent on pulling you out..
But you push me away.
You're slipping through my fingers.

You are lost
And I have never felt so found.

I could help you find yourself,
You're sure of it but you wont let me.
I'm offering direction to your wandering self
and you turn and walk the other way.

They said Id be lost without you
They said that you would be alright.

They were wrong.
You are lost.
I've never been so found.
Let me find you.

#3
We used to be friends
Best Friends.
One soul, two bodies.

I'd smile, you'd smile.
I'd cry, you'd stage a murder.
In your head, of course.

Time spent together, chillin'
Legal, illegal such and such.
Every class, every step, every joke, every jibe.
Side by side yea?

We used to be friends,
Best friends,
Two peas in a pod.

All good things come to an end, they say.
How dare they articulate the inevitable.
But they were right

We had words.
We had wars.
Heated and Cold.

Sunshine changed to rain
Storms
Harsh winds
Broken trees.

It didn't stop abruptly, no.
The rain let up slowly till it was a drizzle.
Overcast cloudy skies
The calm after the storm
The battlefield littered with casualties of our own beings.

We used to be friends,
Best friends.
Now, Fire and Ice.


Here endeth the shitty poetry.
If you read through it, Kudos. I had a hard time writing it down.
But, somethings just need to be done. Exposing myself to humiliation should, somewhere, push me to write better.
You may giggle Trish.
I'm hoping I still get the last laugh.