NEPTUNE BURNS

...another love poem?

People keep asking me why do I write love poems when there are so many topics to discuss and yes it's true i am not just a lover I am not just a girl with a heart of fire a girl with a heart of wood a girl with charred remains as her battleground but I am the girl who is still trying to understand love I am still the girl trying to pick love from both sides and examine the third degree burns without rushing to calcify the wound with ice I am still a girl with confused eyes eyes heavy like stones sinking into a pond that feels like a stream no not a stream a lake no not a lake a river because a lake can be stagnant and there is nothing calming and quiet about not knowing love well enough to feel it on your skin letting it soak into your being and I write what I cannot understand and forgive me if love is all I write I am trying to be the girl who is no longer breathing brimstone on her funeral pyre built body I am attempting to sanctify my ruin with enlightenment and if that means pulling this body of broken twigs into flame into doused gas then let me burn I write what I cannot hold and I am trying to hold myself to love myself and you're witnessing the reversal of a baptism in the making

Kallibmatic for being a motivational speaker and shoulder to cry on. and just being wonderfully human.