Writing pretty words is hard to do

when you don't feel how the pretty words do.

I've written about love,

I haven't felt it before--

stuck in a loop

of a bruised ego.

I can write about anger, or a few words on hate.

I can even write on how to escape.

Step one: glance in the mirror as you begin to fall

then tell yourself to stop,

it's not worth it anymore.

I can tell you how to turn it off.

No need to know

how to listen to the heart.

I can write a few words

on the emotion "I do"

but I can't tell you the last time I did too.

I only know how to play the part

of a girl who isn't

who she makes of her art.

xx zf