poem: my obsession with dead writers
He used to be concerned with my obsession of poets and writers who had killed themselves. I siad I wanted to be like them and he thought I'd kill myself, or try. For the attention at the very least. I've always been a bit over dramatic.
But I only wish I had their passion and drive. Spend a day with each one of them. Have tea with Virginia or hear Anne read. Go for a walk with Sylvia. Because I know the taste of loneliness.
He doesn't much worry for me now, having moved past his infatuation with me.
But I only wish I had their passion and drive. Spend a day with each one of them. Have tea with Virginia or hear Anne read. Go for a walk with Sylvia. Because I know the taste of loneliness.
He doesn't much worry for me now, having moved past his infatuation with me.