Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy.
The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently.
Oh what a poet I will flay myself into.