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Weekend lover


So, so long ago

All the words I can’t take back

I sit and watch the sky go by

Grip the the tales of her ghost

I ponder what is wrong with me

Why I can’t let go

What is it about she

What makes me lose control

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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