most of my poetry really hurts to write because i give it my all i stick my whole heart in there every little beat and let the rhythm catch on the paper writing it down and scritching it out to leave my heart in gasping softly as it tries to keep up with the words im typing too fast, so fast my chest is constricting like this is the last lap in a run with no end because life is never ending even when i close my eyes for it to stop the circle keeps rolling and i open them again to ceiling, to skies, to possibilities i’m too afraid to take