Poems from Jeanette Seele
If it hurts, at least I know what I feel is real
So goddamn masochistic
Let it hurt, I think
Just let it hurt
I'd prefer the pain she...
I remember the first poem I ever wrote about you
how at first I had no intention to share it with you
I'd never written...
When I hear about the suicides of
artists, musicians, authors, poets
People that create
I am afraid
and sad, I...
I think about a lot of things when I stare into space,
But when asked, those things immediately fly out of my head
Then I remember them...
I sometimes believe that someday
You will wake up
Next to me
And wonder how and why
you settled for what you...