this is not a place for poetry.
sometimes it feels like a heart is no place to be singing from at all.

how many times have you chosen the form "OPEN" because it was the only one that fit. i am open. i'm open.
that's a pearl jam song you know?
its not really a song, but it is beautiful.

emotion
open
poetry.

nah, that aint me.
not anymore
not on here
not the way it use to be.
in a warped notebook, so i don't have to remember. the pages will remember for me. and if they burn up in a fire i will not know what to do with myself.
to lose that information would be to lose myself. to lose my life.
i would rather him tell me that he never wanted to see my face again than to see those pages go up in flames.