And suddenly you write poetry…

heartbroken and hurting,

and very much still in love,

you couldn’t stop writing,

poetry, prose, anything.

you discovered that you were too full

of feeling, passion, love, heart

and you had no where to pour it to.

so you spilled all that 

upon pages and pages 

to make your heart stop trembling,

to make it forget 

its yearning to desperately love,

only to discover

that nothing can trick the heart.

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