Killed Cats

"What are you doing?"

It's the question I get asked the most

when me and my "Rachel McAdams" are alone

I'm sure people don't mean to cockblock

but I don't think they've realized what they've stopped

I'm cool though

I'm kind though

So I tell them

"I'm writing poems"

The reaction is always the same

Wide eyes and short gasps occur

when they try to grasp the concept that

I'm doing what I said

It's almost like they don't believe me

Almost like I look like I shouldn't be

painting feelings to my canvas

No worries

No biggie

I've learned curiosity can be a muthaf*cka

and you'd be surprised how many cats I've killed

just for being nosy