You have the soul of a poet
Sorrows carry the weight of your words
As the blood that pours from your wrist
Leave the bittersweet aroma from the drops on the floor
There’s cheekiness in your tone
like you always want to keep others warm but never any less, never anymore
You’re willing to cascade to the world was much as you’ve found
knowing they could never breach the last layer with the lack on their behalf.
But if you were anyone who knew love
like you did before
Would you have the desire?
Or would your stomach ache and teeth chatter at the possibility of trying?
Would you write and create
from a heart throb or a heartbreak?