Poems from aldergator

The words spilled out of me Like exhaust spews from An old worn-out car. “I do love you” Was all I said And yet I felt as if I just played...
We all blame the magazines Or the models Or the men who tell us we need to Look our best. We check-in on the daily woes Of who And what...
Sometimes I miss you so much it hurts physically mentally emotionally But you played me like the strings of a rhythm guitar in the middle...
he doesn’t care              I care too much and yet who would          and need to let go for I am merely                for she is...