I wish I could write a poem about love

But I have only experienced loss

I wish I could write a song suited to my voice

But I keep running out of words

I long to put someone first

But I've never felt absolute joy

So I'll write my own kind of poem

That I can sing out loud

Perfection is not of importance

I feel less lonely now

The vault with no dial
a door with no key
swelling up, whispering
"please release me"

Pick me up,
And open my cover,
But be careful,
Cause I might crumble,
Read my fine print,
Just don’t mock the way I am,
I’ve been through alot since then,
Drugs,
Fights,
Heart breaks,
And more,
Are all the things you’ll find,
In my novel.