It wasn't till I fell in love that I finally understood poetry.
I can honestly say I didn't expect it,
and God knows I did my best to hide from it-
But here's the thing- I am a chasm of supressed emotion.
I hide and I refuse to confront any of it because it's a weakness I was taught to never express,
but poetry, oh poetry,
In a moment of pure stress and anxiety and all around fear I found it.
It was a moment where it just poured out of me, the poetry flowing like electricity in my veins.
I didn't have to think about it,
it was scary and yet it was the purest clarity I've ever experienced.
Poetry, it let him see the incredible incredible things I feel for him.
In this unpredictable moment,
poetry overcame me like a hurricane and my life was changed.
It taught me how vulnerable I actually am.