I don’t think you realize
The importance of poetry
At least for me.
It’s like self- therapy
It’s all my thoughts stripped to the roots of honesty
It’s everything I am
And once I write it
It’s a part of me.
I didn’t think I had to tell you that
Because I thought you’d realize on your own.
Clearly you didn’t.
I told you I wrote a poem about you.
My feelings were the threads that stitched it together
My soul was the words embedded into the page
My heart bled into it.
When you asked me to show it to you
I really didn’t want to.
I hate being vulnerable
And showing that poem to you
Would be like taking off all my clothes and makeup
And standing naked right in front of you
But I did it anyway
And you didn’t even read it.
So there I stood
Naked in front of you
In all my vulnerability
And you walked away.