Member Poem

I was eleven when I first fell in love
his name was William, his last name Shakespeare
He spoke in ancient English, but I understood him
Soulmates, from a different era; but souls from the same plane
I was eleven when I first fell in love, but my first love was not my last

I was thirteen when I realized I had magic in my veins
it was vowels and syllables and letters that came to life at my bidding
they danced as they made their way on paper as if celebrating finally being alive
jumping from my head to a page, right where they should be
I was thirteen when I realized I had magic in my veins, and so began the story of my life

The words wouldn’t let me be, they wove themselves from my brain to my heart
They suffocated me, wouldn’t let me breathe; until I bled ink and gave birth to art
I was fourteen when I finally gave in, I gave my life to them and they gave me theirs in return
We became one, interdependent and obsessed with each other; the words finally won
The words wouldn’t let me be, we shared a heartbeat and I couldn’t let go even if I tried

I was fifteen when I fell out of love, I realised it hadn’t been love, it was just infatuation
Words were something sturdier and our passion for each other was too violent
They demanded, and I gave; they expected, and I delivered
It was an obsession and a hunger that could never be satisfied
I was fifteen when I fell out of love, only to fall into something worse

A jumped scarecrow if as I seen had I
My life made as much sense as a scrambled sentence
It was dark and cold and lonely a world without them
I understood why they say you never forget your first love
I became ordinary without my words, and being ordinary is worse than being in love

I was sixteen when I realised that being different is worth being made fun of
It is worth escaping into my mind and always having a faraway look on my face
It is worth the obsession with words, and the consuming need I have for them
Because being different means being in love
I am older now, and I still have magic in my veins, I am twenty-six and still in love...