EIGHT
these strings continue to get tangled
Your fingers
are tangled
in the strings
of my heart,
but you're not
playing them
correctly.
Where do you hope to see yourself a year from now?
𐎀 It's so funny that originally, when I answered this years ago, I said I wanted a stable job & to get somewhere in writing. As I write this, I have a job I enjoy & a poetry collection available for purchase. Only a few months ago, I hoped to be moving in with my boyfriend within the next year. In the coming month, we'll be officially moving in together!
𒐀 Now, in a year, I hope to have a second poetry collection published!
May
YOU ARE READING
𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. Here, I will speak the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists. First poetry collection i...
