I can't write a poem to save my life.
You ask me once and I'll say no.
I just don't.
Those metaphors
Those similes
And those free styles!

I just can't write a poem to save my life.
You ask me to read a poem and I'll ask, "why?"
I can't understand it!
I make up things as I go
There's no actual meanings.

And what if I told you I can't save a life by writing a poem?
You'd definitely believe me then, right?
I won't!
It's hopeless!
What can words do to save a person?

Would they believe you?
Can they believe you?
Am I believable?

I try.
I really do.
But I just can't be heard.
I can't be known.

I'm just here.

And... I can't write a poem to save my life.
You ask me again, and I'll say
Maybe.
It won't be good.
The words would be murder on paper.

I can't rhyme
I can't compare
I can't understand.

But with these words
Would it really?
Could I save a person dear to me?
Should I even try?

I can try.

I can try to rhyme
I can try to compare
I can try to understand.

I can't guarantee that I can write a poem to save my life.

But.

What if I told you,
I can write a poem to save a person's life?