Poems from NSHagans
I am slowly killing myself
with the expectations of others;
people who have more stock in me
then I do in my own dreams and
it hurts to...
i don't know how to stop being me anymore
cut out parts of me for the sake of
saving the others
handing them over on a silver platter...
She smells like something musky and quietly contained.
When I hug her, she is autumn leaves
babies blankets
sharp edges
with soft centers...
He held her hand in his
bone achingly tight;
his jaw clenched with bravado
while his legs shook in fright.
She was cold to the touch,...
A poem is a poem is a poemAnd as I try to fit the abstract nonsense syllables of my brain into candy wrapper bite sizes so that my words...