wanted - Blackout Poetry Notes

Gilded Cage

I've wanted to write
but a book would be
the proverbial bird in
gilded cage,
for fear it might disappear
and empty her heart.

I was caught between
what I wanted to say and
technique itself.
The journey, the creative process
is much more intricate,
but I hope
to begin.

He simply adored me,
I loved a man
who wanted me.

I don't feel like
you needed, or wanted
to love.

This is what I wanted
but somehow,
I'm afraid I'm paralyzed by fear
that I let myself believe
love has won.

It was easier
to hate
when your love wasn't wanted.