'You Could Be A Poet'

You could be a poet 


you told me this sometime after you left
 

and I think that was the biggest heart break 

realising I had never told you
 
never shared my love of poems and how much of me is poetry
 
I had never let you inside
 
never showed you the lines that I hide between 

never let you see the sentences I form in the dark
 
never showed you what my mind could do when it was drowning 

because you could not handle that 

but it’s a part of me
 
words flow out of me like blood 
 
flowing from an open wound 

if I ripped my skin open 

I’m sure all you would find 

is a stack of metaphors 

words I long to put on the page
 
and an endless list of quotes

 

I heal with words 

I learn with words
 
I suffer through words 

words put me together and words rip me apart
 
the only word you knew how to use was sorry
 
you can’t make something beautiful with one word
 
but you sure as hell can ruin it 

-e.w.

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