i felt as though i had nothing left to write about
like the words that once laced themselves through my veins were gone
vanished
but when you look at the world
and when you look at a human
simply breathing in the oxygen that gives them life
poems write themselves
the way you touch
the way you breathe
the way you look at life
the way you keep my sanity perfectly in sync with yours...
you are my love
you are my forever
i don’t believe artists love softly
writers, painters, dreamers, creators...
they love
just like we all do
but they love hard
and it shows through their work
the monsters that live inside every corner of my being
tell me things
i could never bear to hear
please show them your light
show them your love
scream to them and show them why i am no longer afraid