Sometimes the only way into my brain is to read my poetry.
Because talking to people is terrifying. And I don't know how to not be socially disastrous.
I don't know how to stop saying the wrong thing, so I don't talk. For fear of saying the right thing at the wrong time. And so far, I have become a train wreck of my mistakes. So I write.
So you're reading my life on pages. And this is real.
I can tell you with absolute certainty that these are my honest thoughts.
I know there is no good explanation for my actions.
I know there is nothing I can say to fix what happened.
But I'm willing to try again.
I'm willing to try.
I know I upset you. And I get why. But I am not strong enough to tell you face to face, so my thoughts end up here.
And that may not be the best thing I could've done.
I know.
...I know.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 6:58 PM UTC
Sometimes the only way into my brain is to read my poetry.
Because talking to people is terrifying. And I don't know how to not be socially disastrous.
I don't know how to stop saying the wrong thing, so I don't talk. For fear of saying the right thing at the wrong time. And so far, I have become a train wreck of my mistakes. So I write.
So you're reading my life on pages. And this is real.
I can tell you with absolute certainty that these are my honest thoughts.
I know there is no good explanation for my actions.
I know there is nothing I can say to fix what happened.
But I'm willing to try again.
I'm willing to try.
I know I upset you. And I get why. But I am not strong enough to tell you face to face, so my thoughts end up here.
And that may not be the best thing I could've done.
I know.
...I know.
I'm being honest. And hopefully that is enough.
