i wish

i don’t know how to write anymore.

i havent in a long time.

i miss it.

writing always helped me process everything in my life and now that its not working, that my brain is stuck i don’t…

i can’t process anything.

i cycle through the same four pent up emotions, same four seconds, same cycle.

my jaw hurts because i clench it so much.

i miss writing.

i miss being able to tell my truth in ways that ive never been able to express.

i miss poetry club and the friends i made there.

i wish i didn’t run away.

i wish expectations and vulnerability didn’t scare me.

i wish i didn’t have to please everyone all the time.

i wish a lot of things, but mostly,

i wish i knew how to write again.