woodandhoney

I loved you like I love words

So quickly, so irrational, so convoluted

I need them and words are a selfish lover

Sometimes I feel so full of words they cause a shaky fever until

I let them spill out of my hands

Sometimes words leave me and I am left barren,

mouthing my favorite words to remember the feel of them

My fingers flutter involuntarily, eager for their return

I believe they sit idly by and watch during these times,

They like to see me restless for them,

they like to see the need.

But how I need this burn and how I hated loving you

Tagged: poem