What Poetry Does to You

I feel as if people don't understand why I write these foolish papers of my heart and it's limits, it gets so full that I have to spill it out all on a simple piece of paper or a text I send to a friend in the night, my pencil glides along the smooth paper and stop on the creases in the table, my fingers drift into words I couldn't sift out, a poem to me is my unspoken words, the words I couldn't bare speak, the words that I couldn't jumble out my mouth so I squeezed them on a piece of paper, these words are all important to me, they make life easier to glide through and out, but that's just what poetry does to me 🌺🌹💐🪷🌻🍀🏵️💮🥀