Created through emotion, scrawled with words

When I have something on my mind or I'm on a train I turn my feelings into words. I wouldn't call myself a poet. I don't quite understand how poetry works... but it's honest and I want to learn how to write poetry better.

What if?

What if. It's a scary phrase, Full of possibilities. What if. Two words That are so terrifying, Yet hold nothing certain, Nothing true; Purely filled with Fears and regrets.

Distance

Distance: The result of movement expanding the space between two individual entities. Through the knowledge that I travel Further from you, Facing my departure, Refusing to erase