L O V E
Together the letters make a fragile word, careful not to be said.
It is a secret fear and a secret desire.
The word chokes up into my throat so I bite my tounge.
I say it at night while you're not listening because I desire us to share the emotion.
Yet I fear we don't.
YOU ARE READING
3AM
PoetryThese are poems. These are pieces of me pulled from the darkest part of my brain. These are not all one poem but they are all one book and they are all one brain. **strong language and possible triggers**
