L. V., I Found This Poem In The Cracks On My Ceiling

L. V., i found this poem tracing constellations on your back

Here we are again: In the fetal position, curled up in poetry’s warm embrace, trying to put back together the two halves of our fractured hearts.

Along the way, we swapped a broken piece or two by accident. And so, here we are now, trying

to go about our lives with Frankenstein hearts, wondering why it hurts to breathe when we’re far apart.

L. V., i found this poem in a local paper's lost-and-found section

L. V., i found this poem at the tip of your lit cigarette

okay i just found THE blog

I don't know what this means. Someone tell me what this means.

EDIT:

Editing this to make it my pinned post. If you're new here, this is basically THE blog (as evidenced above). Welcome. I hope you enjoy picking apart the insides of my mind.

This space contains original writings by L. V. (+some experimental edits in between). Two (sometimes more) queued posts per day at 10am & 10pm US/Eastern time.

My Side Blog: where I post writing prompts & tips, post/reblog image prompts: 1 2 3, and share/reblog other art & literature I love.

This is also mine. (+ other side blogs that I won't mention because they're mostly inactive now)

My Photo: Artwork by Grace Cossington Smith My Header: Quote by Toni Morrison

L. V., i found this poem lost at sea, bloated with caffeine

L. V., i found this poem in a women's magazine at the waiting room

L. V., i found this poem in one of the pockets of a coat you left at my place

L. V., i found this poem in the backbone of a dead society

L. V., i found this poem swimming in my glass of wine on our first date

L. V., sometimes we don’t need to listen to the reader or the critics or the voices in our head

[i found this poem in my drafts, where it should have remained (pt. 8)]