All the things ever think.
I think.
They are mostly good things,
Hopes,
Dreams,
Fears,
Anxieties,
Monsters
At the end of this book.
But
Life.
Then some things,
Better left unsaid,
Become things
That should have been said.
?
Maybe too many things were said.
L O U D L Y
Cunningly.
Under the covers.
In emails,
After a bottle of white
(OR 2!)
Vulnerability
Is for losers,
Man.
♡
I guess I do remember.
I am.
All the things I think.
All the things I thought.
A la mush.
♡
I was hating
I was loving
I was being
I was becoming.
Now,
If only I could remember
All the things I missed
?
Or maybe
Just maybe
Love.
Effort.
Energy.
Is enough
.
It won’t pay the bills,
Ease the sorrow,
Cure the lazy,
Teach every lesson,
But
It’s a start.
?
What else
Do I need
To remember
?
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