Poems

Cleaning Out My Closet

I promised to be open with you
my closest friend
this runaway blog.

So here goes
cleaning out my closet
’cause I promised to be honest

Some things I can’t say
Some things will stay locked away
forgotten
or almost until something reminds me
or I get home or
when I’m all alone
and it comes back like a thief in the night and
I can’t sleep and
I can’t eat and
I can’t breath and
I can’t think and

I just wish I could

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