I used to say,
"Sorry, I'm not enough."
Now I say,
"Sorry, I'm too much."

If poems were ***
then,I wouldn't be a ******
i would caress the letters
fix a foreplay with title
i would literally **** the words
to give birth to soulful sentences
if poems were ***
I wouldn't be ******,still.

If I ever understood what home meant,
  then she is the person who planted
                                      the definition in my head,
                                          who carved it in my heart,
                                          who waters it
                                              so it grows and never dies
                                          who built a cover for it
                                              so it doesn't fly or fade away,
                                          who made a lock for it
                                              so it won't escape,
                                          who made a key for it
                                              so she can visit it whenever she wants
                                  and who keeps it safe,
                                              and that if she herself
                                                      is not my home.

On the verge of self disgrace
I just can't wait to leave this place
Even if it's just mere weeks
This town won't hold the things I seek
I want to be a better me
To write my new reality
And though it brings anxiety
I'll shed my skin, the inside you'll see
Independent financially,
A soul unchained that must go free
I'm dripping with vitality
I urge on, accepting brutality
I finally found my inspiration
Confident, full of motivation
With determination, through and through
I will move forward, bold and true.