Going, going, gone.
A message to my Father.
The day you told me you were leaving
The only words that can describe how I felt at that moment.
Day One of One Hundred
Page one of one hundred of my book. Feedback is greatly appreciated!
Tears are already flowing. Your still here. But my heart is already punctured.
A description of anxiety. I understand not everyone faces anxiety the same way. This is merely a description of my own anxiety,
Twist the Loose Ends
for the people who leave and the ones who knew it all along
hold each other in your hearts
and together you will move on
(for my teacher and the woman she will get to be)
A poem about a small town and a lost love.
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