Penned

This is not my pity party,
not today, not tomorrow, not any day.

Your voice isn’t warm on the phone.
Can you hear me now?
The silence is wearing me down.

I want to know you better
but your checkbook keeps getting in the way.

I’ve been too terrified of you
to ask you to save my own life.

You’re safe now,
I won’t die today.
Not today, not tomorrow but I will one day.

This is the relaunch of my writing portfolio. I feel like there’s a lot more that I need to say and get off my chest, so what better way than to share it with random strangers (I mean that in the most loving of ways). I hope you like it and if you have any questions/comments, please leave me a comment. I don’t bite. Not during the day anyway.