poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
what can I say? Love, in its fragments,has stripped me thin, left me with glass shards,across chest which had already been bleeding,wound upon wound,Tormenting me, left me searching,outside of myself,wondering if my insides were enough,glass shards, scraping my cheeks,gouging my eyes, eyes, bleeding for love,looking, like the romantic I am,never seeking,just looking, knowing,Knowing of more in my […]