You’d think there is a way
For a writer to express herself
With words
To say what she feels
In a few simple lines
But then again.
Why this need,
to express every
thought
feeling
moment, with you.
You are nothing.
Nothing but
a fix I need
A daily dose
administered consistently.
A tornado
who entered
and left
But did not destroy
Did not ruin
Because there wasn’t much left.
There wasn’t much to destroy.
Nothing left.
Nothing
but the need to love.
To feel
To share
To be.
But that got lost…
Got lost with you.
In the tornado of carelessness.
The world of pretend.
The vacuum that is no more…
Books and Babbling 