Let me feel the pain, because it’s there, and pretending it’s not makes it far worse. Let me mourn the loss of the things I can’t do right now. Let me be frustrated. Let me cry about it.
I’m not the girl people always leave. I’m not the girl who can’t keep a man. I’m not the girl who doesn’t know how to love. I’m not the girl who only wants what she can’t have.
And not much will be left of us
After this has occurred.
Just an empty shell,
And another body to be burned
I hate my brain. But I’m trying to find the beauty and love in it.
You’ll be forever immortalized in stanzas and paragraphs.
A Simple “I think we should break up”
Was all it took to end our relationship
We learn that things pass. Feelings pass. People pass.
Poetry is not paper and ink to a poet, it is a part of the poet’s being.
I’m okay with a short life but only if it’s been lived.
Reading Brynn’s poetry is like reading the diary you never took the time to write.