real - Blackout Poetry Notes

Ordinary Thoughtfulness

Ordinary thoughtfulness
is perhaps
the only way to
show real love.

Neglect is heartbreaking.

I lose control in pain -
at rock bottom.
I need love to be real.

The heart and soul
of a good story
is so blended that we feel
it in real life.

Bloom wondrous and real
in the mundane,
roll in the sweetness
of practical and pure.

This feeling of
hopelessness
is real pain.

Our real self
is shut away beneath
false and petty language.

I guess I reached a real low patch.
Felt safer that way.
Didn't care.
It was all over.
I was alone.

He seemed real
but I won't leave in the middle of
my plot
and recover after
he walked out.

Your love is
real beauty.