I wrote her these love poems
Words drenched in feelings whisked away by ignorance
A blind passion sleeping in waves forever crashing
I loved her beyond the beauty of words
I craved her beyond the passion of fear
And I tried my best to write those feelings down
I gave it my all to translate thoughts and feelings not meant to be given a name
I tried to write away the anxiety, I tried to bury the pain
I used words for dirt and lines as the framing of the casket
I wrote her these love poems to keep her
I wrote her these pieces to lose myself
I loved her more than I could describe in words
But I tried, I tried
Wanted to dive in to her soul and use my poetry as the key to the lock
Create a whirlpool for her to get sucked into and yet feel safe
I wrote her these love poems
Because I knew in the back of my mind, that no matter what I did it wasn’t enough
No matter how I tried, I could never please her
No matter how much I changed, I still wasn’t the right version
No matter what I said, I was still in the wrong
But I tried, I tried to write her these love poems to keep her close
To show her that Im still trying to win her love
I was still trying to win her over
Even though society would claim she was mine
I felt like I was still chasing her down
As if she kept a part hidden from me, a part she felt like could ruin everything
She didn’t understand that I accepted everything about her
That I loved her regardless of what she has done, or what she has seen
I loved her … and that is why I wrote her these love poems
But then she broke up with me
Claiming the way I was, wasn’t right
Claiming my changes weren’t the right changes
Claiming my dreams weren’t the right dreams
I was at a loss for words
A poet without poetry
A writer without sentences
An author without a pen
She took it all away from me
Or maybe I gave it to her within those pages
Maybe I locked my creativity within those lines
I lost my heart in those damn love poems
…
Now that Im at a loss for words, I want to ask her my love poems back
Is that ok?
