That sentence
It's so important
Answers all the questions you've hurled at me time and time again
But I can't
The words are stuck
A boulder lodged in my larynx
Of all the things I wish I could tell you
The problem is
I'm a coward
An absolute mess
Too scared to tell you who I am
I'm sorry for keeping this from you
Please
Forgive me one day
YOU ARE READING
A collection of poems
PoetryIdeas spark in my head like vines and I have no control over them as they climb the infrastructure of my consciousness. A collection of poems I write in the middle of the night, or wake up out of a dead sleep to jot down
