For the first time ever in my LIFE, I was awakend by poetry.
No I actually woke up and wrote a poem.
The most significant part is that the poem actually had meaning and substance to it,
it was like as though I had this poetic angel kill me and there I was at 10:32 this morning a pheonix that rose from the ashes of my sleep and wrote a poem.
It was that intense...(Im pretty sure at this point you are wondering well what was the poem about?) it was about my boyfriend. Moreover, the teddybear (T.J) we built together at "Build-a-Bear" in Syracuse, New york.
The poem has no title (which added to the fact that it was so impulsive.) and here it is:
Just woke up with T.J stitched to my heart,
like i'm breast feeding.
Like kobe,
clutch in my arms,
and its only Pre-season.
If I squeeze his left hand
I can feel his heart beating.
If I squeeze the "right" one
I can hear my love speaking.
Under my comforter,
Im in a crysallis fetal position.
Right as I open my eyes,
Butterflies when will I land on the one im missing.
