i didn't mean
to say everything
i didn't mean to spill
my everything into your
separate mind, your
waiting, separate mind
i said too much, far
too much, enough to
send me into another
world of worry, of anxiety
because i said far, far too
much and i don't know if
i can trust you with this
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Puisibasically, 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...
