Letters we write ourselves are so often vague. We say that we’ll get through this, Or that it all goes away. We know this isn’t true. See self, we have a history with trauma And avoiding our problems, Or avoiding our mistakes. We probably do it then As we do it now, All this time …
I am an emerald. Beautiful, but green. Quite rare like the others. Expensive, but green So not often bought for these reasons. Everyone wants a diamond. Clean and polished. Not a hint of green. I want to be a diamond But I’d risk my rarity. The diamonds are chosen in each shop. Think engagement And …
Scary stories told around fires Are extravagant details To grasp attention. But the scariest story is in plain sight. Nobody wants to tell that story And maybe it’s a fear of it being stolen. Or maybe it’s the fear Of knowing it word for word. So tell those stories Of monsters and witchcraft Or anything …
“I wanted the world and all I got was this lousy ‘I love you’”.