My body split in two.
Broken without you.
What is it about love,
That, when lost, causes such intense emotion?
I think that when we lose it forever,
When we truly cannot share in that love ever again,
That is when we question...

Why we ever love at all.

I cant shake this feeling of despair.
Of longing.
Might my heart be shipped away on a boat without its mast?
Idle in the sea, forgotten of direction.
Sink as I may,  for my heart carries the load.
And shall the waves digress,
let the sailors sail in peace.

To be a writer
Or a poet
I believe
Are the same
Whether it's stories
Or haikus
We have something to say
In a journal
Or a stanza
A screenplay
Or two
A life without writing
Is a life that won't do