The Words I Write

The words I write are the things I wish to say

Do you love me?

Things that I wonder about all day

Do you miss me?

Thoughts that leave me up at night.

Why her?

Words that ultimately swim around in my head,

thrashing like a fish out of water,

words that cut my heart every time I think of them.

These words are a call for help.

A wanting, longing to be loved, to be heard.

And although my wild eyes

danced with the darkness of the night.

I was cornered, drowned with the

thoughts, memories, words;

that seem to only grow as I shrank.

That seem to flow as I typed.

That seemed to express how angry, sad,

Happy, confused, and even

How heartbroken I was.

These words never seemed to fail me

And although they hurt like hell to say

They help craft stories,

They help guide poetry,

Line by line and rhyme by rhyme.