When I've exhausted my own words, I search through volumes of poetry for some kind of emotion

[dramaticsinner]

The Benjamin Franklin of Monogamy

Reminiscing in the drizzle of Portland, I notice
the ring that's landed on your finger, a massive
insect of glitter, a chandelier shining at the end

of a long tunnel. Thirteen years ago, you hid the hurt
in your voice under a blanket and said there's two kinds
of women-those you write poems about

and those you don'

Comments

[euphorictragedy]

Wow. I think you found your amazing poem. Where did you find this?

[dramaticsinner]

The splinter factory, by jeffrey mcdaniel. This man is pure love.

[euphorictragedy]

I'm agreeing with you on this. It's so.. fresh!

I def. need to remember to search him up later.

Wow.

[dramaticsinner]

He's amazing. This isn't even one of my favorites of his, it just fit... fit really well, all things considering.
after reading one of his poems, i brought three of his books... just because I loved the poem that much. Don't even remember what poem it was. If you ever want to flip through some of his work I have splinter factory, albi school and the forgiveness parade.