Screaming I don't love you and I never did! You're just a number in my pocket so get the hell over it!

Over the past few years I’ve fallen short of writing but a sprinkle every other blue moon on this delicious cake.
Though I never stopped writing on the scratch paper in my head I would have liked to have printed more often for my inactive fans and those of you who stumbled across my trash bin of crumbled feeling on this site.
This year I will upload WEEKLY so don’t be shy to follow me through this year and keep up with my less than thought out poems and lyrics as well as short stories such as Star Crossed Me.
My deepest thanks from your fellow poet ~Pilgrim

No matter what I do or how hard I try. I'm still trash. My initials are NAW because naw **** that guy.

We shouldn't be here.

I didn't want to realize when we were together how hollow our love was! Now that it's gone I'm still here and all I want to know is love.

Just ******* **** me already.

All I want in this life is to feel close to someone who won't wrong me or sleep with my friends. I want to walk into a room without someone saying I'm trash. To make enough money to support myself and help others. This world is rotten.

You know my mistakes but you don't know me.

When you see pain behind someone's eyes
It's so easy to love them