No one reads my shit,
But if you do,
Thanks,
I wrote it for you.
^Aha! Already rhyming! And you haven't even gotten to the actual poems yet! I am killin' the game. Okay, no, but seriously, I will be updating this as often as possible. I don't claim to be an expert, I just like to talk about death. So bare with me, and please give me criticism so I can get better thanks. Also I update my already written poems, like a lot, I re-read them almost every day, so they will change, hopefully to be better. Not drastically, I'll add things, or remove them, just to make things clearer. Because sometimes I'll be reading a certain section and I'll be all "What the fuck, Allie, that doesn't make any fuckin' sense." Mostly I write in the moment, so the feeling and pain behind the words are raw, and I just go back later to clean up any muddiness that occurs during the ranting if that makes sense.
a book of (bad) love poems
*TW: sexual content*
-a collection of poems that chronicles my experience with love and sexuality through out high school, including a series of minor crushes, major crushes and my first real love (and yes, i did spend nearly all 4 years pining for one person).
It's important to note that I was not (and probably am still not) the most mentally stable person (which is kinda obvious lol) and this consists only of my side of the story, not any of the people I have written about-
started: November 2019
finished: May 2023