When you’re inlove
you can’t write what it’s all about
because you’re too busy being into it
you can’t even lend a minute
When you’re broken
that’s when the words come out
left alone with your thoughts,
the pain and rage
tangled the words at its best
Or atleast that’s what they say
but it’s different in my case..
the pain is crippling
nearly everything stings
every stroke leads me back to him
and no matter how much I love writing
I still don’t find it comforting.