Poems from State of Mess
the blood that flows
are the tears that never show.
my eyes are dry
but they long to cry.
emotions rage through me
consuming every...
When I think of you, I think of me.
I wish that you could finally see
The way things can now, for us, be.
You were the one who held my hand,
You scooped me up and protected me.
On nights that I could no longer stand,
You would hold me until...
My face, is just a face,
You can’t say you know me
after just one glimpse.
My face, is just a face,
The smile I wear
may not be the...
I’m unsure of who I am,
I’m unsure of my identity.
I’m unsure of my sexuality,
I’m unsure of who I want to be.
I’m unsure if I even want...