"I Used To Love Poetry"

#poetry

I love poetry

I love how simple words

Woven into sentences

Become paths to unimaginable adventures

Like a handmade scarf for the coldest of winters

A medium of interpretation

A catalyst for discourse

Spanning so far within an infinite timeline

I used to write poetry

Hoping it would be pathways, waves, roads

For people to find themselves

For me to find myself in the words

I've kept hidden behind everyone else's

But I stopped

I realized, just like everything, poetry is guarded

Gatekept by the underworld of the norm,

Hiding behind a hip façade called the "indie" scene

A limited edition item pleasuring the elites

My words had to be tormented to be human

Verbose to be poetic

Not mine to be mine

My words aren't fine wine

You sip pinkies out, egos high up

It is a sign

Of passion,

Of heartache,

Of me

In that room full of greats

My words meant nothing

In this room full of greats

Am I still nothing?

I used to love poetry

But just like any crush

I'm crushed

So before I fall for you again

I'll stop