Believe me when I say this-
or don't. That's fine.
But I have favorite things.
Surprise... surprise...
Fun facts about me now I guess...
Favorite Music Artist: Alec Benjamin
Favorite Color: Green
Favorite Book: CRANK
Favorite Person: Timothy~
Favorite Song: Broken - LUND
And that's really all...
Those facts don't mean much in my life, honestly.
They aren't that important to you--except maybe Timothy in this trashy story.
The things you really need to pay attention to--or understand, is how I write this. How I set it up.
How I speak to you--talk to you--explain to you.
How I begin to trust you more and more every time I write to you.
This book, story, thing, will mean as much to me and it... probably doesn't (except in my head) to you.
. . .
You will be my...
my...
uhm...
my new stalkers from down the street.
YOU ARE READING
. . .
PoetryPoems that relates to one poet's... depressing... lovesick... accidental--life.