I want to wrap around you like the moon curling in on herself
You, my core, my heart
The opposite that eats me up, hungry
Let me smother you with light
You are not safe inside these walls built around you,
you starving mouth
you violent end
You belong in that endless being
sea or sky
Remember the moment
you learned that loving someone
could shut them up
and devour it
We are only through with being scared
not being wild
And sometimes Liz writes really great poetry about me that other people should read and that I want to squish her face for. <3<3<3
It’s going to be a long weekend. I’m just going to have to compartmentalize and affirm myself throughout it, or I’m going to lose it.
I hate feeling like my self-worth is dependent on whether I can do something well, rather than being a worthwhile person.
Just got my poem critiqued and realized that I’m quite disconnected from it, which means I need to re-read and revise it a lot.
Looks like I’ll be messing with the guts until they want to arrange themselves into something pretty that I can publish.
I can’t decide if I want to deal with the title first, or if I should just wait until the poem is more formed.
I could also use more opinions on this piece of work, so if anyone’s into that, shoot me a message.
Writing letters reminds me of how easily I get bored with talking about myself and how boring I am as a person.
If anyone’s so inclined as to read over/critique some poetry for me, I’d be much obliged?
Trying to decide what poems to submit for publication. Ah, what a mess. Doubting my writing as usual.
Purging Facebook friends and liked pages. Wondering why I was ever “friends” with these people/liked these things in the first place.
If there’s anyone else who wants to pen pal with me this summer, let me know?
When I don’t get the attention I desire, I give out the love that I would want. Hopefully I can make someone else feel better/happier, even if they can’t do the same for me.