bittersweet addiction
my heart in a fist
with every word
more pressure in the wrist
painful kind of pleasure
wouldnt want less
the palm is soft
with a feather light caress
aching and cold
and fuzzy and warm
people of the pen
bring love after the storm

I need you to understand just as desperately as I can't let you see

My heart tells me to choose pen and paper
Rather than word of mouth
To let you know
All that I see
All that I notice
All that I love
You capture my attention
My mind goes a mile a minute
To recall all I can
But as the story always goes
Words are left unsaid
As the poet chooses to write them instead

Tell me all the things you love
I won't let you live without them