the poet & her muse

𝐧𝐨𝐭-𝐬𝐨-𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

when it comes in writing poetry
you should be unapologetic,
sometimes it does not come out
like what you picture in your head
the words are hardly rhyming
and it doesn't even make sense,
but have anything ever make sense to you?

my poetry does not have any language,
sometimes it speak figurative, other days it's literally;
indecisive as always, but my feelings
is what i certain of.
i am no poet nor a writer
but writing is how i speak when
my voice gave up on me.

as i'm writing this,
i am fully aware of how
this poetry has so many flaws
but i think that makes it beautiful;
for every poetry comes from the
part of the poet themselves.
i hope my piece could hold you
when anyone couldn't,
this is the least thing i could offer.

A/N: i feel like this needed to be off my chest.