You told yourself,
you were feeling,
so you forced yourself to write.
Write till your hands hurt,
you must express your anger,
the sadness and disappointment—
But where's the happiness?
In the love poems that are never about yourself?
Why can't you write the way you write about him,
the same way about yourself?
YOU ARE READING
𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
