2:25 a.m.
Erased words, phrases
Sentences they never get to see
How frightening it is to consider that I am a person
That I am perceived and I cannot control it
I have to admit
I am an open book who fears a second edit
so I painstakingly look over every detail of the texts
I send and hope I didn't mess something up
And sometimes I do
And I apologize
because my sorry seems misplaced
but what more can I do?
I had thought it over six times then
I'll think it over seven times the next
.s
YOU ARE READING
it's 5 a.m. now
Poetrya taste of everything that has made life a little more bitter and on rare occasions; a little sweeter | just an informal way to get thoughts out, i guess
