i started writing my poetry the day I first spoke to you. neither of us were looking, but we found one another, and i'd never have known how far we'd come. you know me more than i know myself. you taught me not to fear who i am or who I was: the scared girl who wrote winter in that terrible month of april. hate blinded me and you were my guiding light. i found my way out. all i have left to say is thank you.
YOU ARE READING
you, and my materials.
Poetrygive me a few moments of your time so that i can dress you up in poetry give me your eyes, see the world through mine i beg you to be gentle, please have empathy this is your world, on the floor, by the bed like laundry, pick me up and use me. s...
