Someone important to me told me that poetry was a good outlet. This is one of my darker poems. It's untitled, but I figure I should call it "Whine."
Don’t Tell Her
A short poem found in one of my old poetry journals. Read the post for a little background on the piece!
Today I Drove To School
A poem about love, moving on and accepting who I am.
Spooning
A segmented essay that explores the significance of the act of spooning.
