I’m sorry ***,
I never realizedwhat I meant to you. What you’ve done to meand what I’ve done to youis joyis painthere was weaknessand there was hopethere was sorrybut lots of joy.It hurts to moveit hurts to thinkof youwithout you.But sometimesthere’s more solacein the sanctuaryof solitude
It’s hard to be alone
Because no one is.
covert
I probably should start reading
some of these poems assigned for this class so that I could write something somewhat constructive during these free-write sessions rather than scribbling away meaninglessly and uselessly. I wonder if my professor ever sees me writing so quickly and intently and gets excited or hopeful that I’m making some sort of insight. Sorry. Not sorry.
I’m sorry if it’s too late
Some Shit
When at last I close my eyes,and my mind removes me from my currentreality,and tries to decide what to think upon,the concept ofyouarises.Why?I don’t know.I try to label it:guilt?syzygy?that ever presentbut never mentionedbond?I just don’t know.
There’s this pain in my heart that just won’t go away
even though I want to speak to you I don’t know what to sayI wish that I could tell you exactly how I feelwish that you understood that what I feel for you is realcuz our story has not been terminatedwe’re just living our lives separatedit’s hard to understand why wechanged to you and mebut […]
Human connection,
what we desire mosteach of us has our ownthoughts,insights,love,we find comfort incamaraderiehope infellowship Human connectionwhat we fear mosteach of us, with ourfears,insecurities,guilt,we find vexation inmiscommunication,sorrow inloss Human connectionwhat sometimes seems impossibleeach of us is composed ofindividualitybeliefssecretswe are solitary inour mindswhich causes fear inour hearts
just bad luck
I was four beers deepwhen I thought to myselfmaybe I shouldn’t have hadthose four beers.Maybe I should haveapologized to youinstead. So I rode my biketo get a pack of cigarettes,and think it over.Then I took a shower,to wash away the smoke,and think it over. I sobered up.And then I drove North. I’m still not sure […]
