Poetry

Unkn(own)

I’ve been to far off places, Not one of them were as queer as you. You’re like a strategy dug so deep, I sense sadness when I hold you Melancholy, at the rim of your throat; Like a place I’ve not known. The words pouring…

Poetry

The Secret

They don’t know who I am, not like they used to think Before it all came apart   Maybe I’ve changed Maybe I’ve sunk a little lower   When we talk, nothing seems to make sense The voices are strained Like empty glasses   If…