A poet is someone
Who feels
More intensely than others feel
The emotions well up inside us
Until we realize that we will burst
That there is too much blood coursing through our veins
Too much blood and love and pain pumping into our hearts
There are two choices here
Slit the wrist and let the pressure trickle out
Or take the pen and bleed ink
Either way
We need to bleed


About VeraValentine

I am a writer who writes and chases the one thing that always seems to evade me; true love. For more insight into my mind and thoughts, please visit me on Facebook or Tumblr. View all posts by VeraValentine

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