abstract

after writing thousands of words...
that fill pages and pages of my diaries

and every nook and corner
of my hitertho empty mind

i discovered i love him

and love him not just like that
(for sure i have loved before)

it feels different to love him
different to be in love with him

its like falling in love
with every aspect of mine

also about acceptin myself

dunno if he made me something different
from what i was before i met him

its about losing all sense of verse and rythm
alliteration and metafor

and still thinking it's poetry

its missing words
not wishing to find them

its wanting to post a blank page
hitting space more often

and ending when there is so much to write
or perhaps nothing at all