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# In A World In Which I Break Up With Poetry
- URL: https://www.fsm.ink/in-a-world-in-which-i-break-up-with-poetry-by-madelyne-rose-sosa/
- Published: 2020-03-15T05:00:00.000Z
- Updated: 2026-06-03T19:02:45.000Z
- Author: Madelyne R. Sosa
- Tags: Poetry, #Import 2026-08-03 09:59

*by Madelyne Rose Sosa*

What if I stopped being a poet  
What if I started caring when my fingers got calloused  
And called what I do less of a passion  
Or something which I would rot from within should I ever quit  
And began saying it was easily something I could do without  
What if I told myself I only write when I need to pass time  
And could look at someone without thinking about how their eyes remind me of something like  
My first cup of coffee in the morning  
Or simply let myself be held instead of thinking about how this moment could only be described as me melting into him  
As though I were honey being poured into a hot cup of tea  
What if I started speaking Spanish just as a language  
Stopped hearing how there seems to be a hidden love letter en cada palabra  
 What if I didn’t fall in love with every goddamn thing  
And didn’t see even the littlest of things as poetry in motion  
I would start describing myself through the jobs I do  
Reach for a dream that people don’t roll their eyes at  
I’ll sound logical and put together  
Like a perfect, sensible Latina daughter  
Who speaks pristine Spanish and maybe even goes to mass on Sunday’s 

I’ll read books just to read them  
Feel no envy when I read something really good because I no longer wish I would’ve wrote that first  
I’ll convince myself that breaking up with writing was the best decision I ever made  
 Swear I don’t miss the once love of my life   
Now most wretched ex of mine  
I’d tell myself I was happier without it  
Happier without late nights editing and tornadoes of messy ideas and thoughts within my head  
Happier without magic happening when I finally give in to mis sentimientos and turn them into writing  
Happier without lighting bolts jumping from my fingertips as I press keys  
 And seeing mosaics in the smeared ink on the sides of my hand 

What if I lived a life  
Without writer’s block and constant doubt  
Identity crises and wondering if I’m really truly good  
Or just good enough  
What if I walked away from who I am  
Stepped into a new soul  
Lived my worst nightmare and called it home-  
Began to exist in a world in which I was never a poet or anything of the like  
One in which I don’t have a dream crazy enough to be both the best and worst part of me  
What if I told myself the greatest lie of all  
 And tried to believe it 

*Madelyne Rose Sosa is a Los Angeles born, Wisconsin based poet, cat mom, and bibliophile. Her writing showcases everything from love to politics and has been featured in zines such as Sumou and Guided Mag.*