when you read my poems—
do you see my words explaining
the littlest of details till you can breathe them,
feel them and then relate with them

do you call it beautiful like others—
yet can't relate, feel or breathe them,
knowing they don't understand any of it

do you like them without knowing—
how the words can build you a safe haven
keep you warm in this abyss of a world

do you space out as you read each line—
touching the stars and getting pulled
into a colourful and yet dark world of emotions

do you feel your heart respond—
as you see yourself in each stanza
wondering if we've experience life together

do you feel nostalgic by the message—
that each poem represents one of your emotions
that you've buried deep within to fit in as normal for others

do you just pass through them—
thinking it's just words by another inept human being
who doesn't know a thing about your life not to talk about emotions

when you read my poems
forget about who wrote it or why or where or how it came to be—
read to understand the depth of the emotion and how it affects you