A Poet’s War

Poetry

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I need words more
than I need a lover
what if my joy puts
my words to suffer?

my ink is too shy
to see my lover
eye to eye
does this mean it’s
time for goodbye?
(but to whom?)

is it okay to feel this way
or is it really untoward?
when I’m with my lover
am I cheating on my words?
it is as if my words
are night and
my lover is day
sometimes vice versa
but always far away

I miss him when
he’s gone
but when he’s here
my wordlessness
consumes me to the core
I tried to stop but now
I must declare a war

A war
not between my words
and my lover but
of myself and what
I may discover
well, I guess I don’t
have a choice anymore
for in a poet’s war
there is no ‘and’,
it’s just an ‘or’.