i get overwhelmed easily nowadays,
and it didn't used to be that way.
i know that everyone has their trust issues,
but I feel like I can't even choose--
that the simple knowing of what I like
and what I need is forever bound
to a wayward spell, and an urban
legend that was created well before
i could ever understand what it even meant,
and so now I look at all the spooky events
and the tickets and rides and the things I've loved
and I'm so crippled by the anxiety that maybe I got my self all wrong.
and maybe my mind was lost from the start,
or maybe this is so normal, and I'm overthinking too hard
and too much and I'm making this worse than it needs to be
but I don't know anymore how I should be acting.
halloween has always been my favourite holiday
but I can't do gore or haunted or heavy,
and right now, I really can't tell if
that love was a love of my own making.
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PuisiWelcome ghosts and mischievous tricksters. In this season of delightful spooks and devious treats, this mini poetry chapbook explores frightful fears and possession like it's a horror film, but outside, the autumn leaves fall down, and you're wrappe...
