A writer's curse called love

I think we can all relate to this, writers. When we experience love, heartbreak, longing, or any form of romance, it messes with our heads like scribbles on a page. Thoughts tangle, sentences collide, words spill out, and suddenly the draft is filled with the most chaotic form of love—feelings we swore we’d never write down, trying and failing to make sense of ourselves.

- By KYRIEL YU, 18 Holy Angel University

When we try to write about the weather, the clouds spell their name.

When we try to write about silence, their laughter suddenly appears.

When we try to write about the stars, their smile lights up the sky.

When we try to write about time, we reminisce about memories with them.

When we try to write about home, it is in them that we find our place.

When we try to write about death, it is the thought of them that refuses to die.

When we try to write about life, their heartbeat becomes the rhythm of every line.

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The curse is not that we write about them; the curse is that we can’t stop.

Oh, and don’t even get me started talking about mine.

About my love.

My love from a school away.

My love who claims he is a simple person but has the sweetest smile in the universe, multiverse even.