I wrote because I feel in love with words
I am truly, madly, deeply in love with them
they screamed the words I couldn't speak
and whispered those I wish to keep
they are the weird symbols that keeps me living
with ink as their blood and dried trees as bodies
after I fell in love with words,
they start forming phrases and sentences
then chunks of paragraphs and poems
they start doing those incredible things
but who am I kidding?
falling in love with them has a bigger reason
a reason which still haunts me
and still inspires me up to this day
I loved them because someone left
without saying one
and up to this day
with the thousands word I wrote
I still get no single word
why that someone left
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