I want to run away
with the poem of my dreams
ride into the sunset
on a fiery metaphor
hold hands with the moon and sun
and fall in love with words
and the people who whisper them in my ear
But there is no one near to whisper
and I don’t have any words to spare
because I don’t want to say
I’m not okay
There’s nothing poetic
in I’m not okay
There’s no way to make not okay
beautiful
This poet wasn’t built for distance
wasn’t meant to ever
be more than an arm’s length away
from some kind of
any kind of
love
wasn’t meant to leap-frog
this distance between nouns
and the adjectives that make them
feel so good
And I just want to feel good again
~VoodooRue
