A Real Poem Poem by Diana Ballesteros

Poem


you know when you written a real poem, when you read it, even years later you read it and your back to that time, those tears just fall, your heartaches, you choke and you can't keep reading because the memories come back and the pain is too much for you to handle. You know you put your life on a piece of paper, when you can make a stranger cry and feel what you did every time anyone reads a part of your life.
it's like you want to feel love. However, the memories come back and it's too painful to open-up. You liked the feeling of being in love, those butterflies fluttering in you, how your heart skips a beat and just the thought of that person draws a smile on your face, however when you travel back to this time and space it made you feel dumb. to think you can be with the person that took a knife and stabbed your heart, again and again. Most of the time it's better to close your heart and never write a poem again.