Writing

Man at desk with black birds
["Asgardian Seagulls," digital art by cedar, YWP]
  • Confessions

    How can you not see,

    The true feelings deep in me.

    The hard ache of hiding,

    It's still not subsiding.

    Lying to myself 

    "Just put the thoughts on a shelf."

    Please stop pretending that you can't tell,

  • I'm done

    They say it will pass

    They say I'll feel better 

    "Time will fix it"

    "Just put her pictures in a shredder"

     

    But it's not that easy

    To just "move on"

    I don't think you ever really can

  • Absence of the Crown

    I rule a kingdom incompetent of content,

    My brain may be the bearer of my walls,

    The encapsulated fluency of marrow in this bone,

    These rugged feet yearn strolling farther in the night;

  • I'm not, and yet

    I'm not responsible

    And yet I have responsibilities

    I'm not my siblings parent

    And yet I am expected to parent them

    I'm not that smart

    And yet I must be right

    I'm not mature

  • Misery

    You and me have something only I can see,

    I have realized it's slowly killing me.

     

    I love you can't you tell?

    you're the one that I fell for,

    but when I did,