When I write,
It's not so he can read it.
It's not for my friends to read
It's not for my teachers
My acquaintances
My enemies.
I don't want
People to see me.
I don't want
People to read this.
If it's people I don't know
But trust more than people I do know anyway
Then, why not?
But if you share it
With someone I do know
It kills everything in me.
The reason I write
Is to vent.
So I vent about the people I know.
That means
I never want them
To read this.
My science teacher accused me
playfully and yet fiercely
of stealing an envelope
I had been threatening to peel the cover strip off of the sticky part
so it glues together
because it was just so tempting.
True love.
Love that's true.
Love you know
in your heart
is you and another person.
I guess I like to think I'm in love
I never really know.
I stayed up until midnight with my brother
in that horrible hotel room in North Carolina.
(I say horrible because I hate going down south
hate the Trump bobblehead in my nonny and poppy's house
Comments
Very relatable.
Thanks!
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