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...