I can't edit this

some people seem to think that they're
writers or poets when they have
a vague idea of what a writer
and a poet is.

a poet writes and bleeds than
thinking of what to write.

and somehow terrible
poetry is revered because
of its gruesome complexity.

this is not life.
this is not real.
this is not a writer,
or a poet.

and though I sit here again, tonight,
I can't seem to put
the words together one last time
before I judge what I've written is
again trash that I will not edit but burn burn burn
with the rest of my failures in another miserable night of poetry.