POEM - love poem of the twenty-one year old amateur
May 27, 2020 at 12:46 pm,
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i write some pretty shitty but sometimes okay poems about love.
i first knew i wanted to be a writer when i
read a love story at age ten and the popular
girl asked how it
ended.
i guess you could say i'm good at talking about things
i don't actually have an understanding
of.
bullshit is the easiest language for most people.
i don't know much about love but i
do know i have been broken repeatedly since
twelve and those pieces have always
healed
just
enough for me to jump
back
into it all.
people are crazy for it.
once you've written all the
poems and finally met the
handsome writer
(and left him)
there's still
just
this
silence
waiting to be
broken.
there's always silence somewhere
or sound
somewhere else.
you can't be in two places at once but
maybe i can be in
every room if i'm just made of
enough compassion. i
guess that's the real love
we're all looking for and i
guess i wrote love
better than i ever received
it.
that's okay, it's probably another
lie but we can't blame the
demons that tell us about
the perfect poem and
how it won't make us
hurt anymore
because
doesn't all
art hurt in the
end?
i say goodbye to hope
but hope still finds my
shadow and
paints it poison for
just
a moment
longer.
we are all
slaves
to something.
- Charlotte E.E. Griffiths
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