Is 102 poems since September too many?
am I prolific
or so insane I need the poems?
in September I called poems a drug
I may have been exactly right

I am not special
you were and you lost it
so I’m here to help you
pick up the pieces
even if that means losing my own

Do you ever need the space between words
to breath?
Do you ever feel like how many spaces
in certain places can say it all,
how many dots
how the commas interact?
do you ever feel like
space is more than a pause
like it’s the only thing
holding the words together
and without it every writer would crumble

Lonely and alone are different
but right now I am alone and lonely

It is cold
but everyone’s cold
struggling with
their prime drug
wether that be
love or fame
success or failure
illness or health
yessir we all have one
even if  we can’t admit it
and mine is multifaceted
wow I’m still only thirteen

I cannot settle
I must constantly
question the situation
wondering how long it will last
how long before my parents
find out I’m a poet
find out I’m not straight
how long will I have this website
or will it disappear too