the girl was a mess
of sadness and hope and lingering thoughts
that ran through her veins, and poisoned her mind
until she found herself delirious,
looking for nothing and no one in particular

the boy was fallacious
clinically depressed
finding comfort in the things made by the hands of a middle class man
but he believed himself to be on the path
towards recovery

the boy found the girl by accident
and he wanted to love her so
but he did not,
he did not

and the girl agreed by accident
and she wanted to love him more
but she did not,
she could not

and in the process of attempting to build each other up
they tore each other down
and in the end,
all that lasted
were shreds of broken souls
and memories that were supposed to mean something

i want to exchange this keyboard for you
instead of hitting keys and making spaces
my hands should hit all right places
instead of looking at letters across the screen
stare at your eyes and read you like a poem
instead of sending messages across miles of cables
my words would slip of the tongue and soak into yours

i want you here next to me
so i can stop writing prose through my fingertips
and use them to caress your face
so i can stop wrapping words in poetry
and wrap your body in kisses
so i can stop thinking of sexetry
and use my mind in ways that bring you ecstasy

i'm sick of writing poetry for you
so come here and let’s drop the words
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let’s stop writing for each other
and let ourselves carry the message

let's stop writing poetry
and live it instead

What is poetry ?
It is the hymn of liberty
The song of heart
It is the pouring of clouds on the dusty ground
It is to say what it is to be around.

What is poetry ?
Nothing but the prayers of a love
Written in a code
That is unlocked only by the true
It is the sound of a river
Heard only by those who wish to drown.

What is poetry ?
The flight of a bird
Wind beneath my wings
Words written on the heart
Of love, joy and disdain
Of the winters and the rain.

What is poetry ?
It is everything of importance
But words on paper
Yet so silent and always loud
Like a muffled drum
Only heard if heard.

What is poetry ?
But God's language
Bestowed upon Man
Like sea and land
It is beauty and joy
It is just a broken toy.

What is poetry ?
But a single flow of water
Gushing among the waters of a river
Like an arrow born to sped
Before it leaves
it shivers in the quiver
It is an ocean of thoughts
squeezed into a droplet.