"I want to write something poetic about youbut whenever I start all I can feel is anger..."

“I want to write something poetic about you

but whenever I start all I can feel is anger between

these lines. People want to call my feelings

confessions but I’ve been used to calling them burdens

that still none of these emotions seem to be

worth the ability to convey their overall meaning.

Winter has almost passed completely

and I’m ready for this Spring to come and go

more quickly than he did when he found someone

who could be everything that I can never be.

I’ve been seeing so many metaphors floating around

the internet lately and I’m wondering if one day

I too will be able to perfectly compare my feelings for you

in a way that seems like I didn’t even try.

In a way that seems like it’s all natural

and I was born with the gift of my fingertips

pressing fresh words on blank pages

so that everyone around me knows they are not alone.

All of our feelings are just recycled energy anyway.

We’re all trying to nurture these words so that maybe

someone can say that we did it first, did it better,

that we are the one who started the change.

I want to write something different about you

but whenever I finish all I can feel is anger

towards you, towards my words

and towards myself, because in the end

it all seems to sound the same anyway.”

- "It’s hard being different when it all feels the same," - Colleen Brown