so…this is the first time I’ve ever spoken a poem of mine out loud. hope you all like it. also, let’s not even psychoanalyze the fact that I had to wear a beanie to hide a little while I laid my soul bare
thank you baby
I want to go to the Met and cry. I want to stand in front of the statues and cry. I really want to hold someone’s hand and do that. Just stand silent and weep.
The whole damn thing. Every blessed inch of it. The ending. The repetition. The promise. The healing. The bleeding. The screaming. The ugly. The honest. The quiet. The always. The always. The always.
holy SHIT what have I done to deserve this? you’re so sweet to me oh my gosh oh my gosh. thank you