I forgot how to write poems.

28 Jul

At some point in my life, I forgot how to write poems.

I’m not saying I was any good. But I don’t think you can be bad at writing poetry. I used to love to write. It was easy to be inspired. Love, heartbreak, disappointment, neglect — every experience needed for a full and normal teen life crisis, and all the elements needed in a poem. Maybe it was all that teen angst — the struggle to discover ourselves, to make sense of this senseless world, to belong.


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