Khadirah Hobbs

Have you ever wanted to write a poem for someone because having a normal conversation just doesn’t work for you? You try to explain why blood rushes to your face with a single touch, but the words seem to fall off a cliff as soon as you open up. You try to explain why you stutter and get nervous with only a single look from them, but nothing makes sense. It’s hard talking about how you think the planets aligned when they were born because they are a creation only the universe could be able to make. Metaphors and similes; couplets and iambic pentameters; free verse and letters; all of these make more sense to use than simple “hellos” and “I love yous”. I’m sorry I can’t contain the urges to tell you that we could watch sunsets everyday, but none of them could come close to you. I’m sorry I can’t help to kiss poetry on your lips and personify my tounge and let it light your skin with a passionate flame. I’m sorry, but I’m not good with normal conversation.