I didn't write for months
Maybe I was happy
The boy with pretty curls
And soft words
A lack of inspiration
In a calm heart
Like echoing silence
Resonating to my bones
His eyes are so warm,
I am safe and secure
And hollow
Do I want to feel pain?
Or maybe just something
I don't trust the quiet
When the reverberating
Of sobs still shake in my dreams
I see a car on campus
Maybe it is the boy that went
Of course not though
The rough drafts of my poems
Are not full of our love story
But the one I can't stop telling
I don't miss the pain
But inspiration that flowed
From finger tips bitten raw
I stopped writing for months
And no one saw
Cause happy me is just me
With a silence where the screams
Used to sleep
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 11:51 AM UTC
I didn't write for months
Maybe I was happy
The boy with pretty curls
And soft words
A lack of inspiration
In a calm heart
Like echoing silence
Resonating to my bones
His eyes are so warm,
I am safe and secure
And hollow
Do I want to feel pain?
Or maybe just something
I don't trust the quiet
When the reverberating
Of sobs still shake in my dreams
I see a car on campus
Maybe it is the boy that went
Of course not though
The rough drafts of my poems
Are not full of our love story
But the one I can't stop telling
I don't miss the pain
But inspiration that flowed
From finger tips bitten raw
I stopped writing for months
And no one saw
Cause happy me is just me
With a silence where the screams
Used to sleep