poeming after a while
my words are cheap, they come easy, a natural flow. my feelings are raw, they know no chivalry, just how to bleed. my body is soft, scars at every touch, holds its memory. my heart is messy, feels too much, fears not to love. my mind is a library, keeps a constant tab, forgets, but remembers. my love is unapologetic, knows no bound, led to many heartaches. my laughter is free, a crackling sound, a high-pitched snort. my cries are silent, under the weight of a blanket, and broken breaths. and my words are cheap, they come easy, forgotten easily.