Between the spaces of words,
between the ink and paper.
Between the depths and the shore;
all so I could be reminded of you later.
Tangled up through every syllable
to express how I'm insatiable
when It comes to having you.
Yes, hiding you in my poetry is what I do.
Wrapped around every consonant,
hiding you is oh, so brilliant.
I make you a part of my written art
for even when you're gone you'll be near my heart.
Hidden in the curls of my letters
to swiftly swallow your presence,
though in soul, not in the flesh;
rather within the memories inside my head.
I still hide you in my poetry,
even though you've left.
I hide you in it all, in every
written passion and regret.
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A Series Of Events
PoetryI've found that I am most comfortable in discomfort and chaos, as opposed to serenity and happiness; probably because this broken part of me is all I've ever known. love, turmoil, desperation, infatuation, betrayal, death. these poems will contain...
