Into the river of poetry I pour my prose,
Flowing tears of written hopes and woes.

I watch as it mixes in the rushing streams,
Dancing with words of others' nightmares and dreams.

Released from my heart, it washes away,
Leaving me cleansed to live another day.

Dear self,
I'm sorry you got hurt
I'm sorry he broke your heart
I'm sorry you're empty
I know you loved him with everything you had
I know he was your everything
I know how much you needed him
And how much you loved him
I know how much you want him back
But he's not coming back
Please stop crying
I know your heart is breaking and you can't do anything about it
But sit there
And feel it
I'm sorry you're going through this
I'm sorry he left
I'm sorry you feel this way
I'm sorry for everything
Please little dove
Never fall in love again