I call them bad thoughts
Because there are no good words
None within them
None to encompass them
There are words, sometimes
To desribe the specifics
Words that evoke fear
Words that conjure cruel images
Words like terror and wail
Words like cut and scratch and burn
Words like shred and scream and worthless
And piercing and alone and pointless and
Drowning and clawing and fire and splitting
Words like better
Words like off
Words like dead
So yes
I call them bad thoughts
Because nothing else feels subtle enough
To hide what I really mean
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Loving and Leaving
Poetry"I wear the perfect mask for him..." A book of poems on love, loss, pain, joy, betrayal, and other topics. Feel free to read through, advertise your own poetry, and comment away. If I see a particularly good poem commented I'll give a shoutout in t...
