I am all sharp edges and angles, invisible spines bristling at the thought of human contact- I am your worst nightmare in teenage female form, angry eyes and hostile posture, body language screaming, “Do not come near me!” So back away, all you well meaning but temporarily small brained just trying to be friends- just let me hide away until this cycle ends.
It happens to the best of us... and me.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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