I love writing,
Especially "love themes."
It just feels like the right thing.
Stopped for a while; guess I now feel nothing.
I love acting-
"All of Me" as John sings.
Acted surreal; like, is that real?
"So you don't believe in love"-you're already judging?
I love dreaming;
It does come to pass, funnily...
'Cause during breakfast, I remembered vividly:
This breakfast is my dream coming to pass, shockingly!
I love eating,
But the breakfast was not it.
It is the cause of my "love themes" beef;
Realized that beefing love themes is a hard knotting.
So I stopped for a while; guess I now feel something.
Poetry just feels like the right thing,
Especially "love themes."
I love writing.
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 1:20 PM UTC
I love writing,
Especially "love themes."
It just feels like the right thing.
Stopped for a while; guess I now feel nothing.
I love acting-
"All of Me" as John sings.
Acted surreal; like, is that real?
"So you don't believe in love"-you're already judging?
I love dreaming;
It does come to pass, funnily...
'Cause during breakfast, I remembered vividly:
This breakfast is my dream coming to pass, shockingly!
I love eating,
But the breakfast was not it.
It is the cause of my "love themes" beef;
Realized that beefing love themes is a hard knotting.
So I stopped for a while; guess I now feel something.
Poetry just feels like the right thing,
Especially "love themes."
I love writing.
They say breakfast is the most important meal, but they never mention how hard it is to swallow when served as heartbreak. Silence was easier than "love themes" while choking on a dream gone wrong. Yet, "beefing" with love has its own alchemy; the void eventually demands to be written. This poem marks my return from numbness to the sharp sting of feeling. Im back at the page, turning a bitter breakfast into a sweet line of poetry.
