i am no poet.
i am no artist.
i am nothing.
i am simply the embodiment of
heartache.
i am simply
a heart split in two.
a woman who feels too much and too
deeply and who doesn't understand the
difference between
a poem
and a diary entry.
r.k.
YOU ARE READING
Meathead Monologue
PoesiI wanted everyone and everything; all the time and all at once. [volume ii] [poetry and prose] [2017-2019]
