Only the poet truly understands what is written between the pregnant pauses they create.
You opened the door
and I instantly got sucked
into your eyes like tiny vacuums.
Your presence resembles a dirty martini,
she only drinks it when she’s thirsty.
Don't live a lie because everyone around you already knows it's not the truth.
I laugh when people say they don't like poetry. They listen to poetry every day, what do they think music is?