This poem
I think to myself
as my shaking hand takes to the page,
*Will be about the day my father left,
my first day of college,
or even the way my hands shake when I write.*
I write six words,
scratch out seven more,
and continue until I notice
i'm left with
a sloppy "i
still
need
you."
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
This poem
I think to myself
as my shaking hand takes to the page,
*Will be about the day my father left,
my first day of college,
or even the way my hands shake when I write.*
I write six words,
scratch out seven more,
and continue until I notice
i'm left with
a sloppy "i
still
need
you."
(again).
even when my poems aren't about you, they're about you.
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