To my mother my name is Hannah
But to the world I'm Queer Montague
I'm quiet with my mouth but loud with my words
Overthinking the littlest of things
Staring at the ceiling lost in thoughts
And laughing to something funny said within my own head
I'm the child of my parents
The youngest of four
Lover of pizza and a good story
Who fears the unknown and the mysterious
Who needs a way to turn back time
Who gives too much and not enough all at once
Who would like to see my oldest brother again
Just to see that he's doing okay
I'm a resident of the armpit of British Columbia
Prince George pollution fills my lungs
And the name on my stone will forever be
Ryser
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Poetry Book 5
PoetryThis is the fifth installment in the random poetry compilation. There is no rhyme or reason to the poetry; it all exists together. If you've been here a while, you'll know that after 100 poems, there will be another book. I normally rant about my co...
