It’s just a story
It’s just words
It’s nothing crazy
Just thoughts and ideas
It’s only letters combined
What’s it matter to you?
What can they do?
It’s just being human
It’s only me
Can’t mean much, right?
Probably not
It’s probably
Pointless
But
What isn’t?
They are just metaphors
And memories
It’s just emotions
It’s just a person without a filter
He ain’t shit
It’s just poetry
It’s just poetry…
It can’t mean much.
-C.H.
She told me that she had been sober for 6 months before Thanksgiving with her family. Apparently she got blackout drunk. “Understandable,” I said. “My family is the reason I drink so much around the h
A few years ago, there was rattling noise coming from one of the wheels on my car. I took it into the shop, and a man handed me a bunch of bolts and nuts, and things that I had no idea what they were.
They danced together. They kissed each other. They smelled the other one. They held onto each other tightly. They fell in love. Then, they got married. They went on a honeymoon. They made a child. The
