my heart does not forget love my heart still feels still wants even though my head well understands the foolishness futility of feeling of wanting.

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
my heart does not forget love my heart still feels still wants even though my head well understands the foolishness futility of feeling of wanting.
who am I to write you poetry? you are the poetry all sharp lines and curves rhythms that flow and ebb sometimes stumble then rush
Me, unable to stop thinking about you You, the one I couldn’t have Push-me, pull-you Come closer Go away Me, always off-balance You, one minute
Me, unable to stop thinking about you You, the one I couldn’t have Push-me, pull-you Come closer Go away Me, always off-balance You, one
Me, unable to stop thinking about you You, the one I couldn’t have Push-me, pull-you Come closer Go away Me, always off-balance You, one minute
Tonight’s in-class creative writing assignment was to write in whatever form we chose about someone– or something– we had been obsessed about. Me, unable to