sometimes it feels like
i've run out of things to say
like i've drained all my thoughts,
all my hope,
my hate
that i've written my pieces ,
my beauties and beasts
and found all the words,
had all the epiphanies i may
but maybe the truth is
i've learned how to speak them
instead of putting them on paper
to silently waste away
YOU ARE READING
collections of constellations and the stars || poetry collection
Poetrypoems often written at midnight, each telling its own story. an anthology of sorts. grammatically incorrect use of lowercase is an aesthetic choice and intentional. |incomplete|
