sometimes i'm messy and my poems don't rhyme or have rhythm or even make sense.
and they're awful and poorly written with a lack of commas and fullstops and what not.
they talk about a thousand things when all i was trying to do is make a single point.
it's hard to read them, because no one really knows what i'm talking about.
but i let them be, the poems, in their messy unkept, non-sensical form.
because that's how i felt and that's what i said and it's what i was thinking.
and it didn't ever come out of my mouth.
and i read it and think,
what a beautiful, messy, unusual thing.
YOU ARE READING
saving yourself
Poetryjust some of my better thoughts I thought I'd save for bad days.
