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.
YOU ARE READING
A Cage Left Open
PoetryThis collection of short stories and poetry focus on themes such as love, loss, heartache, and depression. Most of the works are fictional, though some are personal narratives. They have been written as a way to navigate myself through the darkest p...