2.17.08: Why I Stopped Writing

[-Pictu-]

I don't think about you anymore.

I stopped writing when life got too easy.
I moved to a different city,
and then I met you.
I stopped writing when I started taking pictures.
I thought only in black and white,
remembering your face took everything I had.

You faded from my mind as I turned distant corners,
miles away from the streets that you wander.
My love for you shrunk,
as my need to write grew,
and I didn't stop to think the two things
might be connected.

I started making more lists
of things you did wrong,
And told myself I still wasn't writing.
I tried painting for the
hundred and seventh year in a row
But all I could paint was words
and your face.

I think about you all the time.

 

[New]

I like the connection you made between the need to write coinciding with the absence of your "other"...I personally find it more difficult to write myself when I'm content with my lot.

 

[(Wordy)]

I love this... beautifully written!

 

[katmeow]

I don't think about you anymore.


I think about you all the time.

It's so very hard to fool yourself

I love your words. Come back more often.

 

[L O V E L I F E]

Amazing piece of writing.

Amazing.

 

[DoctorShop]

Thought this was well put together. Thanks for sharing.

 

[lolitsjohn]

Reminds me of Alice Walker's poem "I Said to Poetry"

 

[up all night]

I don't know why I didn't comment on this one originally, but I'm definitely feeling it tonight.

We miss you! Come back to Words.

 

[sunflash876]

wow, I love this.