Poetry to me

what is poetry to me?
 its the pain my brain spews into words through my mouth.
 its the darkness my mind goes to. the thoughts of being ash in your little jar.
 it's beauty in a flower or in blood from you wrist.
 it's wandering thoughts would I be missed.
it's the smell of roses or first taste of wine.
 It is the glass empty or full.
Its music to my ears a cold chill to the skin.
The taste of sweet and sour.
the smell of flowers or death.