This is not my best writing, but it comes from a real place of fear as I battle depression and suicidal tendencies. Trigger warning.
I'm starting to believe them when they say "ignorance is bliss"... knowing things suck! This poem was written in freestyle, I like giving myself the freedom to flow. Age of reason, no doubt!!
Try my love on and wear it awhile.
If we don't take chances then who will?
a private poem from my vault to share for April Poetry Month (raw & untouched freestyle)
A poem about arriving too late for love; heart is dead.
A poem about what love isn't
Some mistakes are tiny & insignificant.
A poem for Valentine's Day