Words
Cloud my mind
But silence pours out
On this page
Emotions
Turn the contents of my stomach
Forming in the back of my throat
I want everything to go right
But everything is wrong.
Head in the oven
Head in the oven
I’ve got my own methods
I’m writing you letters
I’m writing down words
That somehow will tell you
Everything
That I haven’t already said
Out loud, spat at your face
I wish those words would
Crawl back into my mouth
But I don’t regret them.
Presentation
That’s what I regret
I don’t know why I write to you
You’re a critic
Journal poetry
Don’t let it rhyme
All this is
Writing thoughts
Hitting enter
New line
New line
Emotion in every word
What I feel
It’s alright.
I’ll be okay
Don’t worry about me
I’m big girl, sir