The Poet’s Curse

Fuck my heart for it has mused him…

When my mind was set to use him
For amusement….
He became its favorite rhyme
And is now the new curse I try to
Reverse, verse after verse…
Its loud beat keeps me from sleep…
I’m counting words instead of counting
Sheep…
Romanticizing theories however long or brief…
Revisiting what was…
Imagining what could be…

Fuck my heart for being so deep…

-ChristinaDelCarmen