The fun of poetry
is the freedom
of verse
lines
words
rhymes
and most of all
you can open your heart
and write exactly what you want

Sometimes
quite is all you need
Silence
is as comforting
as the warmth
of one thousand voices
You don't need to speak
Quiet
says it all
Emotions flood
ebb and flow
with your eyes
locked on mine
Talk to me
in other ways
We can mumble
through the night
another night
For now words
are difficult
Quiet is all we need

this is a fairy tale
a children's story book
but the pages keep turning
no flourish of "Thee End" in sight
just a plot twist in every paragraph

the damsel has been rescued
prince charming took her hand
together they went off with the setting sun
but the story doesn't end there

it's magic
it's perfect
it's unexpected
so I'll keep reading
a children's story book
this is a fairy tale

P is for pulse
racing pulse, pounding pulse
like the first time we laid in the grass
noses pressed together
a comfortable silence
and an awkward tangle of our hands
because we don't quite know how we fit together yet

I have all these words in my head
and emotions resting heavy in my chest
phrases reach my tongue
but I swallow them
sentences click on the keys
only to be met with a pounding backspace

I want to preach my stories
and share this crazy journey
I just don't know how to say all of this yet