She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

we write because we are told
we write because we are cold

so why write poetry?

is it to obey
is it to simply misbehave
is it due today
is it more than what we say

if not
why do you write poetry?

because I can
&
because I am

we are made to feel
we are made to speak
some people are quiet
and others are bleak

words are expressive and alive
but some words are best left to die

Better float than fall,
cold feet than cold hearts.

Love is delicate and pure, love is straight and cure. We fall for delicate faces, paces like races so fast, different places. Caught by something pure, her smile is agile yet guile, pure enough to take me to the aisle. She was love, and thus she WAS pure and delicate.

but behind those smile is something dangerous, lies and secrets that she despise, words and feelings that she denies.

But still, her love brought me straight to heaven, even if its uneven, leaning to something i thought was unending. She sure was a cure to pain, love i gained, heart was slain.

having conversation,
secretly having lacerations,
beneath beautiful complexions

Im not ur X & O
in your small game of
tic tac toe