Poems from bcp36912
i thought about taking a knife to my eyes
or my throat
or my chest
so that i could be rid of everything
but as you've figured-
i didn't...
sending poetry to a russian girl
and rushing to class may as well fill my time up.
i don't want to be preoccupied.
not with the boy who...
i've written so many bad poems in the last hour.
when will i stop?
when will my mind stop?
nostalgia
and history
and memory
will come to something.
when i'm not incapacitated
or intoxicated
or high.
do you still read the poetry i write?
read yours for a while after
but it's been some time now.
i hope you still read them.
maybe you could...