As it turns out,
I’m not very good
at writing broken poetry.
Whatever this pain inside
Of me is, it isn’t
ready to come out.
I have writers block
Like the block on my heart.
I swear it hasn’t beat sense you left.
The words won’t flow,
And neither will the blood
My hands are numb as I write
This **** poetry and
The only thing that will fix
It is the warmth of your love.
Come back
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
As it turns out,
I’m not very good
at writing broken poetry.
Whatever this pain inside
Of me is, it isn’t
ready to come out.
I have writers block
Like the block on my heart.
I swear it hasn’t beat sense you left.
The words won’t flow,
And neither will the blood
My hands are numb as I write
This **** poetry and
The only thing that will fix
It is the warmth of your love.
Come back
Sorry I don’t know what to feel & this is my process of figuring it out.