Poetry

I  Don't Know How to Tell You

You know I love you, right?
But if I'm honest, it's exhausting.
"Two peas in a pod?"
Nothing could be further from the truth.
Or maybe we are just too alike,
two magnets with the same poles
holding our thoughts at arms length.
You can try to forces it,
until our strength gives out,
miscommunicate,
and one of us escapes,
bent.

I love poetry. I wish I took the time to read and write it more. For some reason, poetry only comes to me when there is no other way to say something. It comes when I am tired, hurt or sad and feel like there is no other way to say what I feel. For that reason, the poems I do write are incredibly personal and they usually end up hidden away in a journal somewhere. I want to start changing that, I think. I want to have the courage to start sharing more of my heart through my writing. Whether through poetry, or through stories, or just through my many thoughts and musings here on this blog. But I need to stop talking about it and start doing something about it. I need to start writing.