I used to think poetry would jinx all beautiful things
That if I wrote about happy, you would get up and leave
My I love you's sometimes need to repeat
To be heard an odd number of times so we do not die in our sleep
Sometimes I convince myself I caught the plague
And there will be times where you must remember our better days
You say there is no normal, but I know there is crazy
When all my obsessing is tied to all possible maybes
YOU ARE READING
Accepting what I cannot
PoetrySynopsis After years of unresolved trauma, I have decided to write a book consisting of poetry that I have written in some of my deepest moments of self-reflection. Some bittersweet, others uncensored with raw emotion. I mention both the strugg...
