It's a physical need
As well as an emotional
Or mental one
The ache of having to write something
Pen to paper
Even if no one will read it
Or can read and understand it
Has given me many sleepless nights
The ability to keep sane
By writing about one's insanity
Is a skill only few people have
Poetry is my drug
I always come back to it again and again
My savior
Without it I would surely go mad
My lord
It's the only thing I worship with a love
I give to only one other being
And my demon
Through writing I express my lust
My deepest desires, my most sinful thoughts
Without ever being punished for it
But being able to express my pain
Or my deep love for him
With only words
(They're just words)
On a few lines
Is rarely possible
But I try
Even when words fail me
And only the feel of a pen in my hand
Will ease the pain
And occasionally it touch someone in the dept
From which I have written it

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