i.
my words only come out in
sudden fits of passion,
and then they’re
gone
again.
ii.
gone:
maybe i know the feeling too well—
my empty chest beats silently
ever since the sun rose.
i cry because it feels good
to wash away all the feelings.
but crying is like rain.
it just moves all the water to another
deeper
spot.
iii.
i don’t know how to put my feelings
into words.
i’m a broken poet.
(but aren’t we all?)
iv.
she reminds me of almonds
and yarn
and grapes
and scarves
and white houses that look like hospitals.
v.
i hate that i’m a girl
with only one grandmother.
i hate that i feel like something’s missing—
like something’s always going to be missing.
vi.
what am i without my heart?
my words only come out in
sudden fits of passion,
and then they’re
gone
again.
ii.
gone:
maybe i know the feeling too well—
my empty chest beats silently
ever since the sun rose.
i cry because it feels good
to wash away all the feelings.
but crying is like rain.
it just moves all the water to another
deeper
spot.
iii.
i don’t know how to put my feelings
into words.
i’m a broken poet.
(but aren’t we all?)
iv.
she reminds me of almonds
and yarn
and grapes
and scarves
and white houses that look like hospitals.
v.
i hate that i’m a girl
with only one grandmother.
i hate that i feel like something’s missing—
like something’s always going to be missing.
vi.
what am i without my heart?
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Kittykatruff
Aug 20, 2021
This is a beautiful poem. I especially love your imagery about how "crying...just moves all the water to another deeper spot"
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