C4ward March Blogathon Day 1

You Asked Me Why So I Write To You

When I was thirteen

they called me Ice Queen

and I didn't say a word. 

Sometimes I can't say how I feel.

It's not that I don't want to

it's not that I don't. 

Sometimes I can't

bring myself to speak,

to spill my soul over you,

so I write. I write

when you want me, 

with honesty and emotion, 

to tell you what I want, need, know, think.
It's like a dream

where I can't scream--

one hand around my throat

the other over my mouth, 

and I struggle to whisper a sound. 

I write for you to try 

to understand me

I write for you to try 

to know me. 

I write when I can't express to you
what I want when you stare at me 

for the longest time and the words 

get stuck at the back of my throat. 

I feel best through written words,

words I string together, 

a candy necklace.

I'm partly broken, a little sour,
sometimes sweet and I know myself 

enough to know I can, I will speak 

to you through poetry.

I'll write for you and it'll be enough. 

It has to be enough. 

©AC 2014