i wanna write poetry again
without thinking your face in my mind,
without letting our memories come to me and dive,
without avoiding words we once shared during afternoons at five,
without opening my wounds very wide.
honey, i wanna write poetry again,
poetries i embrace with pleasing pain,
poetries the world usually claim,
poetries i never called plain,
poetries which has no traces of your name.
—my poetries wanna live but i already died, alas.
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Poems As Her Therapy
PoetryWhen you're depressed, it is greatly advised to take therapies with a psychologist and so she tried but even psychologist can't take her wounds into peace so she just grabbed her pen under her old bed and stroke words just like how she used to and t...
