When I told everyone.

When I told everyone 

it seemed like you decided to leave

You left my head

you left my hands

you left me all alone in the dark

my blank paper 

my empty pen

my lungs filled with scratchy winter air

my eyes clingly together with tears

my knuckles bleeding from the dry cold air.

When I gave part of myself away I noticed that you left.

You are the poetry

you are the words inside my head

you are the thoughts that I think

you are the actions I wish that I could take

You are wonderful in its own blessed day

You make me so happy. 

I love you. 

I love you poetry.

-abby