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I've been looking in the mirror recently.
I'm not sure I like what I see.
These big eyebrows? Yes.
That mole? Yes.
Brown eyes? Glasses? Yes.
Mine, mine, me.
But I swear there's something different in that mirror
That I just can't see.
That thing in my reflection?
It's really not me.
I've been confused about my gender recently
Most humans drink coffee and wine
They consume television and mainstream novels
They feed their souls with popularity contests and safe relationships

But poets
We could not survive without passion, intensity, and meaning
Everything we feel is felt to the depths of our souls
We are the ones to put into words the unspeakable pain of heartbreak
The incomprehensible joy of falling in love
We are the ones brave enough to say out loud the diaries of a thousand souls

Us poets
We drink tea and whiskey
Everything you say
Make me feel good
But when it's a lie
It's unreal feeling
Do not try to understand me
I am new.
Do not try to get close,
I bite.
but,
though I wear black
I am
proud
so I keep calm,
and listen to bmth
Your lip quivers
Your body shivers
I know you're hurt.
Your heart is suffering internal damage.
I know you need someone to listen,
And be here.
So here i am.
I am standing here
Holding out my hand
To cover and hold your bruises.
To hold your body
And let you cry
On me.
You never deserved this
not him
Not the pain

You deserve love.
And i,
Love you.
And i hold you
To put your toubled mind
*to peace
Silly, really.
Seven letters on a screen
Shouldn't mean so much to me.


Promise?
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