I think
I've lost myself,
amongst all these
empty and overflowing pages.
The red ink
is spilling
and spilling -
I forget
that it is mine
and my heart beats
to make it.
All the sorry stitches
have come
undone,
but I cannot
stop now.
taking my own hands
YOU ARE READING
Titles are Overrated
PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)