Best Poems Written by Ej Avila

Why do even I write?

I write better than I speak
And yet my words are still weak.
I write to be free, to feel seen,
but in the end I feel so stupid for
 thinking my words could strike your heart
 like cupid. My anger is only fueled when 
I'm ridiculed for trying to express myself, 
to someone else. I wonder why, explaining my
emotions feels like I'm crossing dangerous 
oceans, but all I could do is sit and cry.
You tell me to get out of my head, but I
can't even get out of bed. I lie here, tossing
and turning, waiting for my eyes to stop
burning. The tears in my eyes stream down
my face, as I pray for your warm embrace. 
My fears, will only deepen the 
wounds in my fatigued heart,
 the ones I've had from the start. To be unheard
 is absurd when I'm surrounded by people 
who love eachother, but they're 
not you. And yet I still write, hoping my sad
 words will some day meet your sight.

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