Blackout Poetry Notes

Haunted Me

My love of him,
surely haunted me.

With that look
in his eyes,
I knew I'd give in.

Love was insanity.
Just maniacal.

It was quite true,
some poets
have a blind craving
for a complete evolution
of heart and spirit.

Girls will be girls.

My heart, it broke,
but on a warm spring day
of sunshine
I realized my feelings
have come back
all it took was the touch
of passionate love.

The soft flame of
beautiful emotions are in
vague, veiled eyes.
People pretend to
feel nothing.

I would like to dance
close to him
for a long time
in the light.

My soul, my mind, my heart.
The bleeding parts
cauterized,
and I stopped being afraid.
It is freedom.

I rather had
a sudden desire to rush
with a wild laugh,
and run
naked
in the rain.