I never had someone that loves me
I never felt like I was there
Didn’t know who I could follow
Couldn’t wait for you to care
I hated being alone every day
I knew I had to make a move
I don’t want to wait forever
But I just can’t be with you
Do you remember all the times we spent together?
All the laughs and the fun we used to have?
Wasn’t long ago, it was us together
Spending days and our lives intertwined
But now I remember that was all a dream
We’ve fallen out of sync
One by one we’ve let go
One by one we’ve said no
I may be bitter, I may even be angry
But I’ve seen what happens when I try
No matter how much love I send your way
We’ve become less important in your eyes
Don’t tell me it’s not true
I’m honestly done believing you
I was strolling through the library book cases today and I found myself in the mist of books on poetry. How delightful! For about a half hour I stood there reading through poem after poem. I’ve forgotten how much I love poetry. Finding those books sparked the poetic soul in me again and I’m really excited about that.
I remember lying on the floor in my old house right in front of the window. During the summer, the sun would shine directly into the room and create a warm circle on the carpet. I used to curl up on that spot and read poetry books until I fell asleep. I think those were some of the best days of my life. Pure calm and happiness.
I’ve talked a lot about how much it I love writing and everything it means to me. I’ve been trying to write a poem for the longest time and I kept hitting a wall. But after reading those poems today, I feel like the veil has been lifted.
I mean most of my writing is still crap but every once in a while I write a sentence or a paragraph that I love. I’m collecting all of those pieces together. I’d love to write a poetry book. But for now I just want to fill a journal with my poems. I started writing one today. I really love it. I may put it up here in the future, but for now I just love the excitement of loving poetry again.
