I told myself when I write everything I do will somehow be unique but I've started 20 poems off this way and ended them 20 different ways. I would throw my sanity out the window for just some peace of mind and a mind you wouldn't mind reading on top of mountains and in front of millions. But my sanity is what is needed most- so take my hands and tie them to a typewriter because this is my sanity and a piece of my mind.
I have a way with words and I have grown accustomed to clinging onto metaphors and reading way too into your lips because they tell me things your mouth does not have the guts to confess. In my world, words are a blessing and a curse and I've spent so long biting my tongue that i'm not sure I even have one left. So I apologize if my words are like swords and pierce your heart like a fatal blow to the chest But I am trying my best.
Years have been spent hiding how I feel So I promised myself I wouldn't hide in dark corners or cover my mouth with regret I would speak with my truth in a tone that only genuine ears could comprehend. So I let the words pour out my lips unaltered and honest. and I'm not sure if that is satisfying, or my biggest regret.