None of Them were Written

 

How many poems have

you read on rainy days

telling you to see the

beauty and the Seasons changing?

How many of those poems new line tell you about falling in love,

Finding the one person & walking into a new relationship new line is like stepping into an entirely new being?

How many poems

I have to write, baby,

for you to understand

that loving you is like shedding my skin

calling a demolition cream to help me

get rid of all my shaky bones,

starting again from scratch with a whole new foundation &

telling the old characters that this land is no longer yours.

How many poems have you read through that?

How many poems will I have to write for you to understand

that we will wear our future like clothing from a new wardrobe?

How many poems have you read where the happy ending actually allowed the writer to leave her pain behind?

None of them do. Cause none of them are written about you &

none of them were written by me.