Words

I don't use words, they use me.

I love words

the way they get stuck in your head

and play on repeat 

“a funny little cat and cow a funny little cat and cow”

like music

I hate words

how they refuse to be penned up

slither down your arms and out your fingertips

“hurt” “run”

i hate the way they jump around your head at night

and get inside your dreams

how when you wake up in the morning

they’re beside you on the pillow

ready to echo in your ears while you get dressed and drive to work

“forever”

i hate how one word makes me think of you

or a moment in my past i thought was buried deep

“I’ll call you spring”

spring

spring

Author's Note

I was thinking about this, so I thought I would post it. Not sure just how old it is exactly. My last writing teacher would call it "abstruse"

Reviews

[Gabriel]

Another beautiful poem, I'm not very good at this.. giving reviews. But, well.. I like it that's all.

[Misery]

Excellent description of the blessing/curse of writing. Very insightful creation, dear poet.