Poetry About Relationships

Poetry: Wanderlust

A story about writing and love: how the two can combine and transform a person forever.


When he speaks my heart breaks to pieces;

Falling on the floor, shattering into shards

That become trapped within the carpet's soft hairs--

trapped until swept up by an overused broom

with flared bristles, worn down from

the cleaning of past miseries.

When he looks at me I become aware--

over aware--

of my surroundings, looks, and state

because it is only him that can

make me feel so important

within thousands.

It's only him that can bring out my voice

if not through song, on paper;

making me pour out my thoughts as easily as

rain on a Sunday evening; gently moving

with the breeze and following the sun

until it sets beyond the horizon

where I hopes lie and words escape.

Its him that influences how I belt

the depths of my heart to the world--

unapologetically and fearlessly.

Next to him I've never seen clearer;

A new day is on the horizon

and for the first time

I'll be able to finally bask in its sunlight

see its beauty within its flaws

and pick up the pieces of my heart

left behind in the carpet hairs.

Its because of him why

I feel complete.

Disclaimer: This is work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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