Thursday, June 19, 2014

POETRY V

Poetry. It was a gradual thing. And I don't know how much of it was anger. Misplaced. Unspoken. Maybe I learned a new way to hide my feelings. Through a jumble of words. Stilted. Pretentious. How I thought I should. Still afraid to be honest. To tell people. I'm angry. I'm sad. I hurt like hell. I love you. 

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