Nor'Easter

For the past few weeks I've had an intense case of writer's block. I’m not sure how to overcome this feeling, or how to fix myself. I think that when I have too much to write about my brain shuts down. Shutting down and cutting people out has always been my coping method, so i'm not surprised that this is happening to me. I have always been the type to take care of others, and giving every fiber of my heart to everyone I meet. I guess what i’m trying to say is that I just wish someone could come into my life and take care of me too. Sorry if i'm rambling, or if this doesn’t make sense. I’m just trying to organize my thoughts. Anyways, here's the poem I've been working on recently:

My delicate fingers trace the notches in your spine

Watching your chest climb with every inhale

Collapsing like crumbling cities on every exhale

The flicker of a dim bedroom light in your eyes

You intertwine your fingers with mine and hold tight

Please don’t let go

I’m a body of natural disasters, innocently desecrating sleepy towns

You’re my relief fund, your humanity nurtures me

I am both the abused and the abuser

A museum of contradictions

But you take care of me regardless

Can't you see how exquisite that is