Yours Truly

Poetry is this..

Poetry is waking up at 3am realizing, again, you're alone for the very first time. Poetry is going to a place of joy surrounded by the monsters of society and coming home to your demons that waited for you. Poetry is being empty inside with no opening and no closing. It is being in a relationship with someone who's been stabbed in the back and the front and you being emotionally unavailable; trying to push a car with no gas. It is dragging your sick self out in the open with a smile on your face and tears held for dear ransom. Poetry is never trusting those around you or the ones you let into you. It is feeling nothing but telling everything. It is every "I love you" sent with each space in between filled with doubt. Poetry is this, your truly.