and for all the words my heart burns to say
all the unsent love letters
to all the things my anxiety forces me to conceal
to all the stories i've convinced myself i'm better off censoring
to all the boundaries i thought i'd be a burden for placing
to all the unshared experiences i won't ever remember
to the person i've become in the eyes of others who is not real,
the person i pretend but will never be
this is to all the things i'd like to say but can't
YOU ARE READING
to all the things i'd like to say but can't
Poetrymiscellaneous poetry diary WARNING: slight mentions of suicide end of april 2022 - ____ 2022 don't ghost read! votes + comments are appreciated :] any constructive criticism you have about my writing is very much appreciated and may be provided...
