Poems from teawithmochi
i don't expect you to understand;
understand—you are not me.
you are not six seven three
one one four fifty,
chipped finger nails and did...
i am not a poet.
i do not take thoughts,
spin them on the page,
and give them breath
the way a little man
spins gold from straw.
i am...
i can be alone;
i have been alone
for quite some time;
it’s fine, i will be
alone, but
don’t worry.
you don’t have to
pretend,
you don’t...
pain is relative;
my relative;
relating to
myself.
pain
is a
bit
of a
mess.
pain is
life's way,
a warning to
my head, “oh,
hey, you are...
is it too much to ask?
is this too much for you?
no, you say—
no, you say?
so you say, but
you mean yes.
do you call this commitment?
do...