I love that you say “poems are niche and borderline embarrassing”, because that’s exactly how I feel.
But damn, writing them poems do have a way of working through truck loads of grief.
My scribblings, my darker writings wherever I write them have ALL come from my sad despair. 4 months ago I labelled a Substack post as “Plathian in its extreme”.
The truth lies in the reality that writing helps.
Loved both poems here, the second painfully evocative for so many reasons. Thanks, and good job. Xx
I guess they're embarrassing because they're so personal? And because they are so easily considered "bad" - lol! But God damn, they feel good to write. Thanks for reading xx
Well this one might just be my favourite so far. Love you so very much. Thank you for being there when I needed a shoulder to cry on and for being there when I didn’t.
I love that you say “poems are niche and borderline embarrassing”, because that’s exactly how I feel.
But damn, writing them poems do have a way of working through truck loads of grief.
My scribblings, my darker writings wherever I write them have ALL come from my sad despair. 4 months ago I labelled a Substack post as “Plathian in its extreme”.
The truth lies in the reality that writing helps.
Loved both poems here, the second painfully evocative for so many reasons. Thanks, and good job. Xx
I guess they're embarrassing because they're so personal? And because they are so easily considered "bad" - lol! But God damn, they feel good to write. Thanks for reading xx
Wow!! I loveddd the first poem (the second is great too, but the first really moved me!) Thank you for sharing <3
Oh thank you!! This comment means the world to me
Keep sharing! These words deserve to have the dust blown off them 💕
Some of them def need to stay in the drawer 😂 but I appreciate you and this comment !!
thank you for this, just the medicine i needed today
as this comment was for me, thank you <3
Well this one might just be my favourite so far. Love you so very much. Thank you for being there when I needed a shoulder to cry on and for being there when I didn’t.