thank you
i think i almost hated you when i read your text that said "being sad isn't cool anymore"
and stopped caring when you told me we couldn't be friends because i was still drinking
still making poor choices
and basically fucking up my life
but i finally forgot about you when i realized i didn't need you
thank you for inspiring me to write this book
thank you, more importantly, for reminding me i don't need anyone
i was fucking up my life
you were too
funny how everyone calls out others mistakes
but never confronts their own
YOU ARE READING
lost souls: rain, stars, and iced coffee
PoetryDoes anyone remember how anything begins? Or how anything ends? For every story, every song, every movie has a beginning to an end and an end to a beginning, but what about the rest? What about prior to the beginning or after the end, and everything...
