My shame and tears which tormented me for months have finally evaporated. All that remains is this stream of poetry. These poems will remember and haunt you long after I forget.
This is all my love for you.
This is all my grief for you.
Its chaos and its silence.
Its fluidity and its permanence.
This is all five stages of grief…in a blender.
My shame and tears which tormented me for months have finally evaporated. All that remains is this stream of poetry. These poems will remember and haunt you long after I forget.
This is all my love for you.
This is all my grief for you.
Its chaos and its silence.
Its fluidity and its permanence.
This is all five stages of grief…in a blender.
This book is a testimony to how I’ve grown up. These poems are open letters to childhood bullies, old teachers and friends; people I’m not sure if I’ll ever meet again, about the things that I never said to them.
This is me secretly wondering if I’ve grown up the right way.
This is the ripe age of 20.