Why do so many of my old poems relate to you?
It’s like you were always here, and I always knew
You’d come, always knew you were the one
Who would turn my world spun, and lunge
Deep into the belly of my creativity
And my creations
Like you were the one that was meant to be sung
The one who sprung to the front
And took the brunt of my initiation
I didn’t need bracing for you
Because I had been pacing over the structures
Of your impact for years
I had everything down from the intellect
To the admiration to the fucking shape of your ears
So when you eventually appeared
My heart didn’t rave, it settled
I didn’t write as much, but I read
Forever I had said I’m meant to be alone
Comforted by the end of my pen
And the characters I had born and I had known
But you’ve fit into every box I had offered you to roam
Before I knew you really were
Blood and gut and flesh and bone
I’ve been thinking how I’ll write the ending
What I’ll slot in before the full stop
No point for fiction or pretending
Now I know what is, and what’s not.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 