If I Could Write…

If I could write about anything other than him, I would. In a heartbeat. I would type stories of love and danger, with enchantment mixed in for the thrill. Jot notes about things that weren’t always real. I would write songs that could make your heart race, and script ballads to remind you of your love of the chase. Words drip from my fingers, but they are of no substance. All I can form are sappy love letters, void of all charm. Self inflicted romance tragedies that will only bring me harm. Because I am lost to his smile, and will forever be forsaken. My heart was mislead by itself, and will always now stay mistaken. He has captivated me, and will forever be my muse. I just hope eventually he insights words, that I’ll be able to factually use.~Atalie

Published by ataliep33

I am a mother first, but without these words I spill, I cannot breathe. I am me in my words. No matter who you think I am or what truths you choose to believe. Getting out what I keep inside produces my oxygen, which keeps me alive. If you read these thoughts of mine, please do so with a little rhyme, because while I may seem remedial and soft spoken my heart is one that will never again be broken.

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