November 2022
I fill my notebook with all the things left unsaid until my hand is too numb to continue.
Pouring all the things I was saying in my silence onto paper.
I wonder if one day your hands will clasp onto these pages,
And get to read all the things my heart was trying to tell you.
Like how much I didn't want to go through life without you,
Or perhaps, you'll pick it up and drop it right back down without a glance.
YOU ARE READING
Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
