The book I wrote the poems in, was a gift from a dear friend of mine. The book had the scent of the cologne he used to apply. Every time I opened it, the burst of the scent just blessed my soul. It gave me a lovely experience when writing poetry.
Wolverine, the first poem in this book was inspired by him. Even though it has been a long time since we've been in contact, I have a beautiful and long memory of him.
For some time, I felt alone, nobody had a clue of how I truly felt about everything. Only a pen and paper were a source of comfort, even so, they failed to hold me. Until I found the One meant to hold me and never to break me. You'll find out more along the way...
I've been given a gift of words, poetry, and quite literally a book. I would love to share that with you.
I wish you a beautiful journey through this messy, imperfect, filled with grief, loss, pain, joy, memories, and high school life.