I used to have to sit down and make myself write
Now it comes as naturally as breathing

Ideas churn in my head
Spilling out when emotions get high

I have so much to write about
And I find it so relieving

To see my feelings typed out
In dark black ink on a page

I can understand them better that way

Poetry filled a hole I didn't know existed
And I am now a complete soul

When I read
poems from the past,
I barely understand them.

I try, yes—
but they are minds
from another time.

It takes time
to connect with them.

Then I imagine myself:
will they, in the future,
read the poems I write to you
and understand
anything at all?

a wisp in the night
you are a flame I followed
till the ends, till you went out
and left me in the pitch black
all alone.

a beautiful weaving knot of
emotion, desire, despair and
freedom.

To live is to feel.

Some moments aren't forever,
some you wish were.
They aren't perfect,
but they don't need to be.
There wasn’t a photo taken,
there isn't a story to tell,
maybe its not even a strong memory.
They come naturally, like the wind,
ever changing, unpredictable, uncontrollable.
You wish to catch the moment in a bottle,
keep it on life’s evergrowing shelves.
To look at it, to live in it,
but you can't.
The reason why is known yet unknown,
you just can't.
Some moments can't be defined,
can't be contained.
Some moments were,
some moments are just,
nice while it lasted.

Quick break-up Senryus.
Pick one to quickly, cut that
relationship cord:

I'm sorry, What'd you say?
I can't hear you (confused look)
- we’re breaking up.

You’re the guy that
every girl at our school wants
- it's their lucky day.

It's time that we took
our relationship to the
previous level.

I still cherish the
initial misconceptions
I had about you.
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Songs for this:
Love on the Rocks by Lizzie Mintz
Lovefool by The Cardigans
Nothing Can Stop Us by Saint Etienne
Forever by X-Cetra

how precious
the years spent rising, standing
on these legs—
now not so strong
now not so brave