a confession; to my best friend, who understands how poems are my only reliable form of expression.

thinking about someone

in-the-moment feelings from when i was spending time with my best friend

light thoughts about my dysphoria

thoughts from someone learning not to blame themself for a toxic relationship

siblings left with only each other during the apocalypse (this was mostly just a test to get used to the formatting on the website with a little thing i used to be very proud of)