Poems from CH
It’s okay if at the end of the day,
you’re by yourself,
standing alone down the hall,
with no one at your side.
I’m telling you,
it’s okay...
It’s the prospect
of a better,
something
that pushes me off my bed
and onto my feet.
No one promised me
everything,
nothing actually,
but...
You
don’t have the right to tell me what
I can
OR can’t do.
You.
Don’t have the right to judge.
OR CALL me pretentious
Because lord knows...
It’s so difficult,
to enjoy,
what little amount of childhood,
you have left,
slipping through your hands.
Snip,
goes the scissors,...
Biting cold,
but a cup of warm lemonade,
in my hands.
A fork of bread,
with some sour grapes,
in the empty house.
Quiet dishwashing,
the...