Poems from Jessie elder
It’s beautiful that I get to be sad here. Even though the breeze doesn’t quite fill the emptiness, it is nice decor. No the loneliness...
I won’t break another promise.
Too many have been broken before.
I’ll write it down this time, in words, instead of carvings.
My aching...
I have never just called you because I wanted, or needed to talk.
Even on the verge of suicide,
I do not call you until it is convenient...
I keep checking my phone waiting for something, for you to tell me what’s on your mind.
But you’ve told me you don’t think much.
I...
My coworker called to tell me,
that I should start to let myself heal.
I asked the walls and ceiling to allow it.
i begged my floor...