my name, i think
is more
than just a single
word
my name, i think
is more
than letters written
on a card
my name, i think
isn't
what i always thought
it was
my name, i think
isn't
all that it
appears
my name, i know
isn't
the one that i
was given
that name
isn't mine
isn't me
isn't anything
that name
is nothing
but wrong
not right
that name
belongs
to a soft, youthful
girl
i am
none
of
these
i am young
i am
but i am not
youthful
i can be warm
YOU ARE READING
elegiac
Poetrymy heavier poems marked as mature for discussion of death, unhealthy eating habits, blood, cutting, apocalypse, shameless lack of capitalisation, a smattering of swearing, gambling, alcohol, addiction, self-loathing, suicide you know very fun things
