Who knew
That it would be
A simple monologue
That would do me in
Who knew
That my love
For written assignments
Could get so easily extinguished
Who knew
That writing my future
Down on a piece of paper
Would leave me this depleted
YOU ARE READING
My Book of Poems
PoetryHello, I'm not going to lie. I suck at conversations, especially if I have to introduce myself. This is partially what I write about. You see, I write when I freak out. I write when I can't deal with being myself. So I hope you will take a look into...
