heart block(he)art blockheart block5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My writings always fed themselves in my own misery.
So then why, now that I've hit rock bottom,
am I completely unable to write?...
Why can't I express how I'm haunted by your face,
every single moment I'm awake
How you're the first thing on my mind in the morning,
and the thought that I fall asleep to every night.
Why can't I take this pen, my only faithful companion,
and create an art piece that comes at least close
to picturing how beautiful you are to me?
Why can't I just write myself away
Just lose myself in my own words,
my own worlds
Wallow in my own self-misery with the permanent
taste of your cheek imprinted on my lips forevermore
I'm a poet, and a lover. A hopeless romantic of some kind.
I always make things seem more tragic in my writings
than what they really are.
This I cannot express, not even with my deepest imagery or metaphors.
I will never be able to explain how it all happened,
how love-as-a-friend turned into