June 2012
26 posts
6/18/2012
I think all my poems are about you in a way
And how you make me feel whether good or bad.
You’re there somewhere. I don’t know what I miss about you.
I guess we always hang on to what we believe was the good.
Because the bad is unbearable.
So we bury it. Where it can’t hurt us.
i buried your bad under the pedestal i built for you.
I keep your good holstered on the halo I...
Lowkey,
I hate feeling like I can’t talk about how I feel without being “sensitive” or “dramatic”.
Shit, half the time I’m theatrical about expressing myself but the feelings are legit.
