Talking To Myself
I had quite a long day, meaning it moved rather slow.
It had its moments, but nothing worth needing to know.
But my mind moves to a specific event, and my thoughts fill
poetry
(Untitled)
it’s so contradictory
how proud of me you'd be
for the way i’ve endured your leaving
One Of Us
"It came from an unlikely place, but said what we'd decided to say like it was written by one of us."
Longing, Revisited (or Grazing Table)
"Why did I never sit?"
poetry i forgot i wrote
part 1