Poetry

I thought I finally found you and then
we got lost. I figured how to write words
but I never know how to say these few ones
you meant to teach me.
 
You can be the saddest person in the world
but still
it doesn't make you a poet. I know
because some days I feel like crying
almost before I wake up. And even then
I lack expressions.
 
Some other things too, but I wouldn't know.
I may never have had them.