Washington woman living in Colorado trying to make sense of the wild world that I have constructed around me.
The literal worst and an unyielding yet unpredictable burden on people who try to love me because I feel vehemently undeserving. My output is exponentially less than…
I’m scared I am not nearly good enough for you. And I mean that, “good” enough. I’m scared you will look around you and realize that you would rather love an artist…
We can donate the food
Brought to my mothers deathbed
No casserole or dessert will
Suppress the hunger for the end.
But what will we do with the flowers?