I used to use words.
I feel like they just run out of my mouth now
Without much meaning
Or of my personality behind them.
I used to write a diary,
sometimes it was mundane
" i saw Dean in the playground, but im still angry with him so i didn't say hi "
Sometimes it helped me understand what I really went through that day.
This stopped before university.
The understanding stopped sometime around then too.
So I'm back to combat the words.
I'm going to bring back my poetry.
We might argue at first,
and it might prove difficult.
But I'm willing to try, if you are