i really have no idea why i write poetry.
or how.
(i am being completely serious, i have never been in love. ever.)
for some reason
emotions seem to pour out of me,
(even when they aren't mine to feel)
i am thirteen.
is this supposed to be how i think about things?
i am honest to god terrified of myself;
of what I think about when nobody's watching.
I feel like I rob people of their stories
when I write.
but I love it.
(writing)
so a few cat burglaries won't kill me.
right?
YOU ARE READING
frozen in time
Romance"out there is someone who sees the wind blow, can hear the sun rise, and can taste the clouds" (or a collection of poetry written when no one is watching)
