Tuesday, August 19, 2014

I thought I'd give poetry another shot.

I used to be good at this. 
Ink on paper,
feelings melt with words. 
Somehow I can't seem to make that connection
anymore. 

I once was an optimist. 
Wind in my hair,
the world at my fingertips. 
One day I just couldn't find my heart
anymore. 

I haven't always been so careless. 
Hopeless romanticism
to empty gazes and hollow hearts. 
I don't know much about anything
anymore. 

I used to be good at this. 
Selfless love
met heartache and stinging veins. 
And now? I don't feel anything for you
anymore. 

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