how to start a poem

The first one is real, and the rest are merely attempts.

I think you were dipped in honey, the way you are too sweet.

And if you stood still, flowers would bloom on your fingertips.

I will always meet you when the fever reached its peak. 

When I’m stuck between two worlds, I come running to you.

 

The first one is real, and the rest are merely attempts.

So, you give it another go.

My hands aren’t shaky, I just like to let pens do as they please.

No one deserves freedom more than they do.

Will maybe except for me and you.

Papers were once free too, dancing in the wind. 

Now they are stuck, back and forth between us two.

I wonder if any conversation is worth the sacrifice.

But it’s you, regardless of what we say, regardless of this whole world.

 

The first one is real, and the rest are merely attempts. So please try again.

I don’t know where this line begins and where it falls apart. 

But it is the river that passes through, it stares back at the sky.

The bravest flowing soul, trapped in blue from all this longing.

It stands at the door and pretends not to look inside.

It prays someone would try to see, to understand. 

 

The last line is better left unsaid, please try to read my mind.