I always loved to write.

22 2 0
                                    

I'm always loved to write

I'd write the most beautiful poems for her

Cause she was the only one that understood me

I always loved writing until she died.

And something inside of me ceased to exist

And  I hated everything and everyone

Especially writing

I'd stare at an empty page

My mind filled with words but emptiness inside.

For the past few years nothing was transferred to that blank page

Until there was you.

And when I met you, the words flowed from within my mouth like water rushing along a river bed

And I found my urge to write again and talk about my feelings

You became my drive and reason for most things

And you still are.

But how could I tell you this

I'd just scare you away

And I wrote till my fingers could bleed cause my heart was filled with happiness and it was ready to burst.

I always loved writing, especially for you

Moments of perfection captured in the essence of a poem.

Beautiful sunsets and starry filled nights with you

You gave life again to my senses.

I wrote about this too.

I wrote about it all

Now where do I start

Not a word or a stutter

I'm just Blank with nothing left to write.

Cause God knows the love I have for you and I could never align the perfect combination of words to explain us.

In a million years I'd do it again and I'd still choose you.

Never thought I deserved this at all. Nothing this amazing or meaningful

I always loved to write.

Especially about you

Your hair, your laugh and smile

Your eyes would sparkle when you saw me

and you'd blush and then blatantly say you didn't

Your heart beat would race faster when you held me in your arms

Your arms? The best place in the world

The way you're so passionate about the simplest of things.

I always loved to write about us

Cause there's no words left to describe the moments of magic and enchantment we had.

Nor how to say how you made me feel

I always loved to write.

But I'm not sure anymore because I can't

Just can't anymore

There's nothing left to say

I'm stuck again and maybe I'll be stuck all my life.

I always loved to write but without you there

I just don't know anymore.

HimWhere stories live. Discover now