I don’t believe in love, change my mind.

I’ve never been in love with anyone, I mean sure I can say I love a lot of people, friends, family, pets. But I’ll admit I’m afraid to feel something more intense. But maybe it’s all a myth. Maybe the media shapes it to be something it’s not, makes it seem too happy, too good,Continue reading “I don’t believe in love, change my mind.”

I like to mop chairs

He sat slumped in his chair. Or maybe they were a she. But why does it matter, they’re slumped and that’s all that matters. Because the only reason why anyone slumps that low is if they are truly hurt. Like, stabbed in the heart. Or maybe the soul. But why does it matter, they’re hurt.Continue reading “I like to mop chairs”

I’ll share, but I might still hide my face

I’m going to share a poem I wrote last year, during school. Maybe this will go unseen, but at the very least I wont feel like I’m hoarding a dirty secret. I write poetry sometimes okay? Come to think of it, this “poem” is more on the monologue side, enjoy! Maybe it is a goodContinue reading “I’ll share, but I might still hide my face”