"So tell me, if I told you about my worst, would you still hold me?"
I lost someone I loved. I do not know how to exist without the pain. here are poems of a life between coping, and pretending I never lost him. but everything will be tainted with that loss. Just saying.
because that loss? it CHANGES who you are.
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I made myself a promise; from now on, I will write my poetry with so much honesty that it will reach with full ferocity the person it's intended for. And in doing so, it will reach YOU.
because it will be raw,
honest,
unforgettable.
if you are here, you were meant to find this. Let's hop on this journey of being honest through our sorrow.
*by the way, I forced myself to write about heartbreak, and loss every day for 30 days, as a way to build discipline in me. I am saying this so that you hold me accountable. shoot me a dm, or a comment, telling me that I'm slacking. dont worry, I WANT to hear it. I need to be more disciplined.*
posted February 1st, 2021