Playing The Part | 2.26.24 Note: This is the second poem I've written about this topic in 2 days and I'm realizing now that the reason it's been so hard to write in the past year is because I haven't been writing honestly. I was trying so fucking hard to write love poetry about a guy I wasn't into, and now I'm just speaking my feelings and it's so easy to write again.

I could not find enough wrongs to make it right | 5.01.24

I Crave Something Softer | 3.22.24

I Spent My Childhood Yearning | 3.22.24

In all of my nightmares, I have been forgotten about | 3.4.24

Rut | 2.10.24

slowly but surely | 2.20.24

We understood each other in that way | 2.25.24

Haunting | 2.20.24

A piece of a longer poem that I'm probably going to tear up and rewrite later.

This Existential Loneliness | 4.14.24

I believed in my father growing up and I shouldn't have | 3.4.24

I Am A Yearning Thing | 5.9.24

it comes for me at my weakest | 2.22.24

I am building a museum to remember all the people who have hurt me | 2.21.24

It is my curse to be patient with the things that hurt me | 2.12.24

Ad Nauseam | 2.29.24