It's 4:25 in the morning. I'm having a long online discussion with the love of my life because he can't seem to deliver words to me that cristalize his feelings... And then, not knowing what to do with myself while we talked, I put "random" and came across your poem. Thank-you. You made me realize a fallacy that all of us poets have: we expect it all in beautiful words and charming verse. Sometime, maybe, I'll evolve and learn that, like e.e cummings once said "feeling is first". Such a simple poem.. yet so meaningful!

Again, absolutely wonderful versing here. You've a strong grasp of the written word. Eloquent and effecting. High praise. ~b

maybe we don't need poetry in this life, we just are dysfunctional fuck wits with emotionally destructive tendencies...

wow. this was remarkable. i like you.