Poetry

I love to set myself silly little tasks like doing laundry or planning my future. The clock goes tick, tick, tick, but my to-do list never gets a tick of its own. I could buy a thousand clocks and still I wouldn’t know how to spend my time. Happy

Uninhibited, unpolished, and unpublishable, leaving in the bits that turn cheeks crimson. The first draft is where I tell you what I feel before I try showing you through analogy. I so hope you read between lines because all my confessions are subtext. I rewrite lines and recast characters, my

Here’s what I remember about the day we first met: you impressed the girl I wanted to impress. Unfortunately, that’s about it. But the girl I failed to impress was so impressed with you that we met for a second time. I don’t remember if we made