This is what I do instead of texting you when I can’t sleep at night

I write poems

Then save them to my drafts

Most of them are for you

One or two are about other things.

Some of them you've read

A lot of them you haven't

Most of them you never will

Unless I fix the things I hate.

They're too raw

Too emotionally charged

A window to my heart

A portal to my soul.

Maybe that's what makes good poetry

But they'd have to be good to be called good poetry

Right now they're just honest

I write honest poetry.

So until I learn to make honest poetry good

My drafts is where they'll stay

And maybe one day I'll just let you read all of them

But not yet.