I wanted to write about him; I wanted to write so badly about him that I would hold pen to paper waiting for the words to flood out. But nothing. Not a single sentence strung itself together and that blank sheet spoke louder than any word that was ever spoken to me.
The way I was forcing my mind to poetically write about him was the same way I forced our relationship. Only then I realised nothing real should ever have to be forced - it should have been natural, it should have flowed like water down a stream or matured like fine wine.
But nothing so rushed, so forced, so harsh could never have got better. That is when I chose to let you go.
- Ivy🌙
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Midnight & Madness
Poetry❝There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired❞ A collection of my poems. © Subject to copyright 2015 Cover: @hireath- - Ivy 🌙
