when you focus on something
so absolutely that your vision blurs and there is nothing else,
it is easy to forget that you are broken
so i stapled the papers together in a neat little stack, again and again and again until i was left with nothing, finishing more work than my own in an attempt to forget
and when it was over
i sat proudly
at the desk and
played with the
stapler like a
child would
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poesíabasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
