For once
I would like to write about a story that doesn’t belong to anyone yet.
I am tired of writing about heartbreak and what it is like to learn that the world does not love you anymore.
I am tired of these bullets in my ribcage slowly emptying into the chambers of my heart-
I am convinced they will one day turn on me.
I don’t want to write about that.
I am also tired of writing about love like it’s as normal as my morning coffee.
I am tired of having written so many love poems to so many people but we all know
I am one whose soul has never been in just one piece.
For once I want to write about love like dreaming in a color I’ve never seen before
For once I want to write about heartbreak like death, but
I can’t write about something I don’t know
and the rainbow is still beautiful
and this heart hasn’t killed me yet
So for now I’ll keep writing these stories
They will always belong to me anyways.
