I Would Rather Be Married To Broken

He Was In My Hair, My Eyes, My Fingers, My Heart. I Day-dreamed About What He Was Doing, Thinking, Seeing, Smelling, Feeling. I Could Not Eat For Thoughts Of Him.

How Can We Not Create A Fantasy In Our Minds When The Reality Is So Hard?

Maybe We're All Like That With Our Mothers. They Seem Ordinary Until One Day They're Extraordinary.

Having A Baby Is Painful In Order To Show How Serious A Thing Life Is.

Poetry Is On Earth To Make You Serene, Not Corrupt Your Mind, Thoughts,or Emotions