poetry

5 Poems

ANOTHER POEM FOR MY NEW SECRET CRUSH   what a weird fucking day i almost got up the courage to shave / call you it probably rained all day i...

fists

I am kicking the sticks out of the gravel path And tripping in my high heeled boots You are trying to take my hand And I am letting you Our thoughts are...

Dear Idealism

Dear Idealism, I thought you died that time. It was the way she said (        ), the look, the gesture, the inescapable what if. How do you feel no...