One of the bittersweet things
About my poetry project
Is that you’re meant to get lost
In the words – like waking up
On a deserted island
That looks like every other one
& your only clue are the words
Surrounding you – so you become
Attached to the words that are only special
Because they happened to make your prison
Though you’re meant to leave purgatory
So you’re meant to forget where your were
& you lose access to those words
Only holding onto the ones that really matter
…
But coming from the perspective of the creator
All the words mean something special to me
Because I’ve been trapped with nothing
Except them – so forgetting them
Especially hurts – since I know
They’re there – yet not even I
The one who wrote them
Know if I’ll every see them again
Because of the way they were written
Accidentally or intentionally doesn’t matter
Though, that’s where the bittersweet feeling
For me comes in – because I miss my words
& hope our paths cross again – though
The fact that those odd words
Escape even me – means
It’s a proof of concept
♡Sugar☆World☮ 