I wish I could write the stories that I needed to hear.
I wish I could write betternot in a woe is me sort of wayBut because I wish I was able to see myself in inkTo see the boy who felt lost in a crowdTo know that at least I existed in fiction.
2018
I leave you lighter pieces of me will stay with youstress and pain, stomach and lunganxieties of tomorrows and panics over yesterdays
You acted as a spotlightI had to adjust my course and avoid the cliffsMade clear…