There what is? All you’re doing is writing things to make it sound poetic so that it sounds okay. Be honest with yourself. WHY/ 

I don’t know why... I just like him. I have always liked him. The timing was never right and I tell myself it’s better anyways/ 

WHY

WHY WHAT IDK WHY

why do you feel that he is so important to you

A soft stir

As my dreams merge with reality

Dreams start to evaporate

So I clutch as fast as I can

To the feeling

To the lust

it just seems sweeter than life 

to be free of feelings 

i know i know 

they say feelings are the best part 

but they don’t have darkness

like the broken glass he also swept up

he wrapped me up in his arms

like a cocoon

i told him to leave me be,

it’ll take too long for my metamorphosis

“shut up”, he says 

into a thousand pieces

so I can hand them out 

to everyone who makes me laugh

there are so many souls 

that i want to connect with

and give pieces of myself to

in hopes that someday

they’ll give me pieces too 

and i can become whole

by bringing parts of others 

i collect hearts

like baseball cards 

i press them like flowers

saved in a scrapbook 

i flip through the pages

when i’m in need of 

baby pink and magenta skies

intentional naming the colors

makes me feel alive

to have words 

created from my tongue

and sent to your ears 

is the greatest daily

than a conversation with a stranger

for they have no idea who you are

who you have been

what you’ve done

nor do they care

all the time 

for everything

give me the world 

and talked to her gently 

the same way you talked to me

a punch to the heart

to watch you share air with her

it is strange 

to know i am rare

I’m told to squeeze it out until it’s the right amount 

why can’t i just expand my heart

why can’t i just love more

should love be a zero sum game? 

About how i

Have to keep writing poems

In order to be good at

Poems

But sometimes

I am lazy

And I write poems