I want to write a poem.

I want to write a poem, and
Finally
I want to make the
Jumble of chromatin letters
And words
And colors
Inside my infant heart
Rush out onto the paper.

But what is my poem about?

I have not loved
Anyone
So much that it feels as if
They are the missing piece in my
Expert level puzzle.

I have not lost anyone
Whom i loved so much that each day
Without them
Feels like
flying through a thunderstorm.

Never have i taken a Russian roulette risk,
Or spun out of control like
a windmill in a tornado,
Never have i ever watched
The blood drop from my skin and
Land in puddles on the bathroom floor.

Maybe ill just sit here until
My life becomes something that is
Worth
Writing a poem about.