Grief Written

"You only cared about my poetry when it stopped being about you"-12 word story for the boy who isn't reading.

For some reason I always come back to you, I'm not sure why. There's nothing tying me to you. Not a kiss, Not a touch, Not an unfinished moment, Not a collection of what ifs. why do I find myself writing to you? You're still in love with someone else, I'm not sure what love is anymore. You write to her and I'm still here writing to you. It doesn't make any sense to me anymore. Your writing makes me wish I wrote more often, Your writing makes me wish I quit writing. It makes me feel things that I wish I knew I had forgotten how to feel. God it feels like youre ripping my heart out and using the blood to write. Something about you makes me remember things about him and him. I'm not repeating myself. I have mixed feelings about you, I wish it was mixed drinks. I don't drink. But sometimes I wish I did. Poetry still makes my heart hurt, just like he does and did. Do you still love her? Is she the kind of girl that you love f

Do not let him mistake you for a puzzle, you are art. You don't need his hands to put you together, to fill your empty spaces You don't need him to look at you as part of something bigger, something to complete. You are a goddamn painting, you are not meant to be understood. You are not designed to be pretty. You are art. Art isn't supposed to be an answer to a question or the question itself. Art simply is. You make people feel things they had long forgotten how to feel. No do not let him mistake you as something he can create, you are whole on your own. Every piece of you is a painting shaped by yourself, dipping your fingers in the sunset and painting your soul to your pleasing. You are a canvas that can only be changed by you. Do not let him mistake you as a muse, You are not a reflection of what he sees in you. You are not up to interpretation. You are your own muse, your own self portrait. He cannot paint or create things he cannot understand, and