visceral - poem

I wish I could write about the good things But the bad ones are the only things I can articulate. The good things need no words They speak for themselves Straight into my soul If I could put a soul on paper I would I would copy down every neuron that fires and every chemical that moves Just to put that feeling in your body too So I can love you without words (i havent been on this site in forever and also i have barely been writing at all the last five months so have this thing)