when i like someone
i turn the butterflies into syllables
when i hate someone
i write a poem about them too
when i meet a stranger
i make them my protagonist
all the words and voices
devoted, untouched or overused
and you'll be soon on that list
because you're
the stuff that poems are made of
YOU ARE READING
pictures i paint in my head
Poetryfor my tears will dry one day. just not today. [this is a collection of poems, helping me to cope with my struggles]
