I want to write a love poem
The best the world has ever seen
About two shattered people
Fitting together at their broken seems

I want to write a love poem
That no one can forget
About two lonely people
That where a perfect fit

I want to write a love poem
That transcends past the stars
About two cosmic bodies
That's not imprisoned behind broken bars

I want to write a love poem
So great no one has ever known
Of two tattered spirits
That clung to each other and the love they shown

I want to write a love poem
That can survive any storm
About two people with icicle hearts
That true love burned bright and warmed

I want to write a love poem
But alas that I can not do
For I have never tasted love
So I have not a single clue

I have missed my poetry
these past few days

I've been too busy
to write or read
it was strange
without poetry
I felt like
I had lost love

if only I could
give you everything
that you would need
to fly

fly away from here
to get somewhere
where you can be free
to be who you’ve always
longed to be

soaring on the wind
with your beautiful wings
you wouldn’t need anyone
or anything

I wish I could
break the chain that holds you
but that would mean
you wouldn’t come back to me

For some reason
No matter the brilliant imagery
And the shiny diction
Poems always end up sounding
And feeling
Sad

If I write about
The glorious rays of sun
Like pure drops of gold
The days of summer
Hearing children's laughter
Splashes of the pool
Staying up late outside
Listening to the chorus of crickets
The taste of fruity popsicles
Stickiness from the giant slice
Of watermelon
I could go on and on

But as hard as I try
There is always a sadness
To whatever I read
To whatever I write
And I wonder why

Is it because they are memories?
Things we long for?
Unattainable dreams?
Even things we have now…
Are they tinted with what all the ifs?
I have not once read a poem
That made me feel happy
I haven’t written a poem
That has made me joyful
Sure some have made me laugh
Some have made me feel proud
I can relate to some
But I don’t think
A poem will ever make me happy.

Magical is a word.