Poems from courteney.wilkinson

You never realize how lonely you are Until you begin to notice the sounds you didn’t before.   Like the fan swishing air around—it’s tiny...
  You’re not socially awkward Nor are you any sort of awkward But, what’s awkward is When you say that you are When you know damn well you...
  Time is a terrible thing. There’s never enough and it never lasts long. The clocks are all ticking, tocking their tick and I’m the...