12 Things To Do Besides Freak Out About The Coronavirus
Paint the walls a pretty color, considering you will probably find yourself staring at them a lot more over the next several weeks.
Paint the walls a pretty color, considering you will probably find yourself staring at them a lot more over the next several weeks.
My closet is full, but my bed is empty; a result of choices, regret, and time.
I remember how thankful I was that you were no longer the one I was writing poetry for.
You collect verses of my poetry
and attempt to
reconstruct them
until you can convince yourself
that you have always been
my muse.
It’s really gross,
the people I find myself writing about
at 2:30 in the morning
when I can’t sleep.
When it feels like you can no longer hold yourself or anything around you together, I need you to know that it’s okay to just let go.
I wish I knew your story. I can tell you were well-loved. Maybe that’s what draws me here.
Because I am eager to make my own money, build a life, and support myself, I am “trying to prove something”. If I were a man, I would simply be surviving.
The hardest part of not knowing you, is knowing that a stranger is walking around with my face, and my name on his tongue.
Finally, a piece of paper that is adequately long enough to write out a complete and proper hit list.