My Beloved Raven,

xv

Frames. That's it :)

Dear Raven,
Sometimes I wish I had frames
to encase my memories;
that way they would've
never gotten corrupted.

But if you gave me a frame
I wouldn't know how to choose
Because what can I say,
my options are limited.

But wishing is free,
so here's what I wish for
(though I'll never admit it)

I wish I could frame your face
I wish I could frame your voice
I wish I could frame you
for the murders I committed.

—《♡》—

I'm cringe.

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Serious A/N time[[05.10.2020]]

Yo, I've been going through this whole regret phase and have been contemplating erasing out the first few chapters of this book. What with how I'm thinking of submitting this book for Wattpad India's award thing (legit don't even know if my book is eligible, but ok. Really should've checked before this whole speech thing, huh?).

But.
I promised myself I wouldn't do that. Not to this book. Because this book means so much to me. The poems in here are purely raw, first editions that I haven't thought about after publishing and they come straight from wherever my poems come from (my knees lol).

My first chapters being shitty is probably a sign of my growth anyway. Because uk they were so short and I was not able to make perfect sense of them. But from there I've come to this point where I'm writing hundreds of words in one chapter and am able to communicate with my grief so much better. And now I'm here, writing two whole parahgraphs to convince myself that this is a good thing and nothing to be embarrased about so yeah, awesome. The chapters stay and I get to live a life with one less problem :D.