I am a writer by nature.
I feel everything too deeply,
I take too much to heart.
I am not always logical,
I feel first, think second;
my life synonymous with poetry.
My mind refuses to stop whirring
There are worlds in my head,
but I am hesitant in my own.
My trust comes slow,
as people are less predictable than the pen.
But when I do let someone in,
I love completely
for living without passion is not living at all.
Too often I get hurt,
but I prefer feeling pain
to nothing at all.
I am forgetful,
but I remember everything.
I won’t remember the laundry
or where I put my keys,
but I know what you wore
and how you smelled the first time we met,
and I have memorized the constellations in your eyes,
I remember every story you’ve ever told me.
I may forget to purchase bread
and the title of the movies we watch,
but I won’t forget how to make you laugh,
and all the little nuances that make you you.
You might think I’m insane -
I think too much and say too little,
but I am a writer
and it’s part of the game.