shannon

That I wanted to find somebody I could write endless poetry about

Lines and lines that twist and curl into the shape of them

But now I realise that isnt what I need at all

I need someone that I can't write poetry about

I need someone that when I can look at them the lines and lines that twist and curl are already there

Someone who has poetry their eyes

Someone who's curves and edges are hot to touch because there is a fire inside of them, too

The guilt is pouring out of my ears, my mouth

The what ifs out of my ears, my mouth

The maybe's out of my ears, my mouth

The shame out of my ears, my mouth

My heart is breaking but nothing will pour out of it.

My head is breaking but nothing will come out of it.

I am grieving for the loss of my loved ones and the loss of my friend. Why didn't I do anything to help them?