Zemira

Verse one

I grew up believing in magic
 In endings tied up with a bow
 Thought love was just timing and wishing
 Guess I didn’t know

I am just too much, 

too loud,

too weird,

too open and honest,

too kind, 

just too everything. 

Talk about my emotions, 

so smart about who I am, 

i write poetry on lined paper

in class & only half pay attention, rounded letters

barely containing all i want to say. i use green marker

& stare dreamily into the yellowed margins,

love cannot be created or destroyed.

like energy 

it shape shifts

following those filled with passion

and hope

but appearing to leave 

at the slightest touch of pain