Sometimes I read my poems back And I try to relive the pain. The emotions. The heartbreak. Everything I felt when pouring my heart out on my screen. A screen that knows no judgement. Takes no sides. Has no relation. Seeks no attention. Has no ulterior motive. But I never succeed. The way I felt when writing those pieces are locked in the words I typed. Sealed with the tears that ran down my cheeks. Never to be felt again. By anyone. Especially the one that made it in the first place. Me.