I'm thinking about performing this at an open-mic (after some editing and touch-ups, of course), so this is the first draft that I spontaneously wrote. It was a topic in a book I bought called "Read to Write", which has like 300 prompts that get you writing, and then you take it from there. One topic I flipped to was "write about the topic you tend to come back to". Mine, I determined, was love, and so I wrote about WHY I write about love. The funny thing is, I wrote it intending to be based off of Kellie (Mississippi Kellie), but after reading it over and over again, I realized who my heart was aiming it at (you guessed it.)

Let me know what you think, any criticism, I'd love it

Love.
I write about love because it inspires me.
It confuses me.
The word alone can be so hard to utter,
yet can so easily explode through trembling lips.

The feeling can never be explained, thus
explaining why I so come back to the topic.
I cannot even begin to attempt to describe love,
and so I write time and time again-
A subconscious relief of my heart.

These feelings tremble in my fingertips,
they flow in my veins, carrying the fresh feeling
of undying infatuation away,
only for my heart to be replenished with more of the same.

And it is her.
It is she who my fingers itch to tell my newfound obsession.
I cannot understand my desire,
nor the driving will that cries for us to be together,
but the heart has no reason nor logic.
My heart embraces her smile,
embraces her laugh,
gets lost in her eyes and screams for her love.

The tears I shed only serve to confuse me ever more,
but do no such thing to my heart.
It knows I cannot smile,
I cannot breathe,
I cannot eat or sustain without her.

Her voice drives me to the greatest lengths
if only to kiss her just once.
I could lose myself in her gaze-
such beauty radiates and wrenches my heart when she cries.

I know now why I feel the need to speak of love so often.
It is my life.
It is my breath.
For when my heart feels she loves me,
I may live and breathe.

Obviously, it needs a lot of work to develop the flow and rhythm I need to perform it, but it's just the basis for the final product.

"You write the first draft with your heart, and the second draft with your head."