Poems from WordSmith_15

It’s been a couple months. The pictures are all gone. But there's no delete button For the pictures in my head. Or the words that you said...
I rearrange my personality and fix my face, Tuck my curse words and laid back cool college kid demeanor Back into my pocket, Leave my...
I really hate art. I mean really hate art. All I could manage to pencil out was A disproportional stick figure.   So when I walked in and...
When my seventh grade self, Riled up over the excitement of having a girlfriend, Came out to my mom I said, “Hey mom. I’m gay.” Silence....
I wish you called me baby like her. But as soon as your lips curved, The barely audible sound waves pierced the air, I wish you hadn’t. It...

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