I used to write poetry. write about feelings I’d never known before. but now that I experience them, the emotions once foreign to me, I realize they’re nothing like I imagined.
I thought my heart would pour words onto paper, overflowing with an uncontrollable joy. but instead it’s soft and steady. a warmth that radiates calmly across my chest. it’s simple and it’s comfortable.
now that I know what this feels like, it’s as if I’ve lost my vocabulary, forgotten how to write. because the only thing on my mind is this feeling you give me.