Original Poetry

Blank Spaces

Amidst the empty spaces
between scattered words
of poetic adoration
on the page before me
is where I will always
find you.


I once knew a girl who loved 
things most people shun. 
Every man she ever loved was
terrible to her, terrible 
I tell you. 
But there was something 
about them that intrigued 
her – she loved broken things,
broken people. 
To her, if there was
nothing to fix there was
nothing to love. 
– Christopher Poindexter