(Un)Poetic and Unamused

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I used to be poetic before I met you,

now I'm just a girl with too many words.

I'm not quite convinced there's really a difference,

and yet I find myself searching for the finesse that graced each page I wrote.

Everything I write now comes out awkward,

clumsily spilled out on the page like the first time we kissed-

we had both tilted our heads to the left and our noses bumped.

All my words feel like noses bumping.

I want them to explode like the fireworks I felt the second our lips touched.

I always thought it would be easier to write a love poem when in love,

but I don't know how to think when all that's in my head is you.


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