“This is why it hurts the way it hurts.
You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.
You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much” -Iain S. Thomas
there's an ache in my chest, you put it there;
your words leak out of my fingertips, trailing ink across my skin,
love letters written in code. i can't seem to feel and yet i feel
all too much; i feel the life
pulsing underneath us, throughout the earth, i feel the motion of the planets and the tides, i feel leaves and i feel snow, i feel the pain of hearts breaking and i feel the pain of hearts mending. in my veins flows
a melody that everyone seems to sing. i'm still afraid
of forgetting the words but i'm learning,
i don't like to hate, but loving isn't much easier, when
the sun is too bright and i don't see your face but i dream.
i dream, you dream, our dream is reality and i can't step away from this moving picture
that is my imagination, see, this is what being a poet means--
overflowing with emotions that refuse to be spoken, words
that try to mean what you want them to mean, words that
try to ease the vibrations filling the atoms inside of me--
of course there's no word to capture the intimacy of the universe, but
there is poetry.
epigraph is by Iain S. Thomas, one of my favorite poets. please check him out :)
hope you all liked this.