I let them die

I am bitter.  I mourn for the people I couldn’t become and I blame the world for it.  They killed the poet They killed the writer They killed the playwright  and everything they could’ve written. They killed the actor They killed the model They killed the muse and everything they could’ve become. They killed the … Continue reading I let them die



​I composed a symphony of explanations; Music notes danced upon apologies, A whirlwind of ways I could let you go, Forget you ever existed, But you tend to linger, don't you? Your gangly figure obscured by sturdy oak trees, Never reaching out, never speaking, Watching, waiting, aching. No words, Only silence. And if I am … Continue reading Silence