Ben said, if that’s all you have to worry about then you’re doing pretty **** well
After some consideration I decided that it’s okay for now you should know yourself before someone else could ever hope to reciprocate and the biggest lie I can tell myself is that I have it all figured out at twenty two
I feel like all I am capable of writing about is love and cliché lines like her eyes could stop freight trains or some nonsense about how she moves like the phases of the moon but there is one thing I have realized: you do not need pretty words for your poetry to have meaning
All I know for sure is that I like root beer and whiskey and the way I know spring is coming by a scent in the air that I just can’t put my finger on
I know I have a hint of north Baltimore accent and just because I couldn’t make it at a university I am not a failure dorm life isn’t for everyone and sometimes I would rather drink alone