Writing poetry
Physically writing it down
Gives me a satisfaction I
Wouldn't get from typing

These words
Bleed across the page
Like watercolor paint
Going all the way
To the edge

These feelings
Are like water
Diluted with acrylic paint
Clouded

I am like
Watercolor paint
Easy to move and
Touch my color with
Another and I will let
It bleed into me
Making a beautiful mess

I am a mess
Of colors
Pinks greens and blues
Bleeding into another

I am a mess of emotions