My work
To all my work already gone. to all the pages trashed. To all poetry disrespected, i never meant for it to be like that. To all the note books in lost and found, 3/4ths full of my guts and gore. I’m sorry i let you go, I’m sorry I didn’t care more. To all the words injected with emotion, to all the confession covered pages. I’m sorry I wasn’t more carefull with my songs written in rages. to all the letters scrolled and wasted i’m sorry i put you to no use. But know that i think of you often, I just can’t remember your face, I just can’t remember the body, I just can’t remember what i said last december and its eating me all up.
