my friends;
they don't know what my poetry knows
my poetry is always with me
              stuck in the corners of my mind
                     wanting to escape my heart
my poetry
is a direct link
to my mind
           heart
         secrets
                               *"shhh no one knows"
                         "please don't tell"

i had to go outside
                  bare feet
           pajamas on at 1:55pm
and stand in the rain
              to remind myself
i'm alive
                          not all my senses are dead
                 because i can feel it falling onto me