i want to make a poem
about how much i yearn for you
and for the moments and time
lost in the wind.
but the words refuse to come out;
it drags itself up to my throat and just hangs there.
it just
hangs there,
kept and caged in the crevices of my mind.
perhaps it hurts too much to write
because the pain becomes real;
and it becomes terrifying.
Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 12:10 PM UTC
i want to make a poem
about how much i yearn for you
and for the moments and time
lost in the wind.
but the words refuse to come out;
it drags itself up to my throat and just hangs there.
it just
hangs there,
kept and caged in the crevices of my mind.
perhaps it hurts too much to write
because the pain becomes real;
and it becomes terrifying.
and now im back to where i was before
