siiighh...i have the most unbelievable writer's block ever.
i can't get anything out on paper that's worthwhile.
just bits and pieces of records of pain and crying and hurt...blah blah blah
& i was going to start one saying something along the lines of
"i write no more love poems for you"
but i never really did...i wrote about how bad things have gotten and have been...
i have one that's completed but it needs work...
i have one liners like: "i deal in reciprocity. no more. no less. i give back what i'm fed."
and "i'm the meteoroligist. & you? you're Bermuda weather..."
and this one that i really like, but don't really know how to continue:
"a shot of doubt
with a chaser or regret
how much worse
can this month possibly get

as accusations fly like bullets
because i am not trusted
his insecurities evidence
of his own misdemeanours

and i am left to deal with
his own shot of doubt
how can i make him realize
that i'm not like them.

the burn of his distrust
elbows past the soothe that
this
chaser should bring..."


bits & pieces
just bits & pieces
and it's kind of annoying because
i need release
and i can't quite seem to be able to do so...
sigh!
bye!

kes <3