Confidence used to be
Like a shelf I couldn’t ever quite
Reach.

But turns out, I just needed to
Get up off of my
Knees.

The words don’t rhyme
I’ve wasted my time

There is no meaning
No melancholy feeling

I watched a YouTube video to write this

There is no point in any of it.

i want to fly away
far far away
if i close my eyes i can feel it
my arms shifting, breaking apart
morphing, forming-
into mangled raven wings
the window calls for me
i'm flying-
flying-
my wings are gone.

Love is
A river
That rages
In stages.
Wanting to be
Free it climbs
Its banks as if
Wanting to see
What is on
Each side.
So comes
Forth the poem
From just
One line
"Time is a river."

I ruined it.

I ruined it.

I ruined it.

Overthinking,
Spiraling,
Questioning.

I ruined it.

I ruined it.

The quirks you once loved,
you hate.

I ruined it.

I hate me for ruining it.

the robin is a messenger so the story goes
wether it is true or not no one really knows
they say it is a loved one come to visit you
is it just a myth or is it really true

there are new beginnings if you seen one in the spring
happiness and joy the robin he will bring
if they fly into your garden good news is on the way
is it really true or something  that people day say

there are many stories of robins that are told
that go way back when,  in the days of old
such a lovely bird  a messenger from above
one that we all know one that we all love