365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Sixty-Five

I didn’t know what to tell you.
I didn’t know what to say.
and so I made a shitty mess.
don’t know why my mind works this way.

I don’t know how to be happy.
I need to remember myself.
no matter how good it feels.
I can’t do that with someone else.

it wasn’t a phone call I had to make.
it wasn’t the end of a dream.
all the indecision.
made it too hard to come clean.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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