Yours Truly, Me.

Bridges

Poetry is like a bridge between my mind and how it hears my heart,

But everything else is a ridge that's trying to tear us and myself apart.

Friends are like a bridge between my wants and what I think I need,

But everything else is breaking it down 'till the bridge itself begins to bleed.

Silence is just a bridge between my needs and what I think is right,

But everything I refuse to say goes away if I don't care to write.

Things are looking up, and I've gotten a taste of new inspirations,

People I know look at me, I pray they say congratulations.

Family isn't proud of me, but they can't see what I've been writing up, 

People never realize that I'm stringing words together and tying them up.

Observers of my poetry telling me that they can't get enough, 

But they don't know that for the author, writing can get a little tough.

When things are going, ideas can come like second nature, 

But nobody understands that they can run out less than a second later, 

I know sometimes I write like poetry is my second major, 

But sometimes words don't come together, feeling like a second grader,

Because inspiration is like a bridge between what I think and what I feel,

People don't understand that this shit is really real, 

Writing might be my lifeblood, but it gives wounds no time to heal, 

So stop and think again if burning bridges is one of your ideals.