
Poems, Books, and Reviews
Dying
I can feel my crush dying...
He can hate me, love me, curse me, bless me, whatever
I don't care...
The scary thing isn't me letting go...
it's how much thinking space it's opened up...
I prided myself on my independence...
but if hours of my day were devoted to him...
can I really call myself independent?
It's scary that my mind isn't mine when I like someone...
I wouldn't mind devoting it to him...
I devote myself to him...
that's why it's got to stop.
I can feel it withering...
He makes my world turn...
the sun that it revolves around.
Now it is gone...
and I'm scared...
He looks at me with his eyes...
and I'm in love.
But it has to die.
It's dead.
It's nonexistent.
Dead.
But then,
what I can I do
without him?
Notes
And my inner sissie is unleashed
I'm not too sure if you're still doing this but if you are, could you review my story 'The Donation'? Thank you
4/22/18