This is my notebook

I wish I could write again, but every time I try to it's non poetic. The words don't make sense and the lines seems broken. Every word hanging onto the next one, but the sentences are already falling.

There is nothing beautiful in a heartbreak until the heart heals. & that takes time they say, but it's been four months since I've heard your voice or seen your face and my heart still jumps when someone says your name. There is nothing beautiful in feeling so low that you think the earth speaks to you because the wind begins to cary you. Because you're just fine and I'm buried underneath your shoes surrounded all around.