This was the first poetry book that I wrote, and I’m currently in the middle of another one which I hope to have done by the end of the year.
As I was doing yet another reiteration of my writing portfolio and thinking about all the ways that I could revamp my site, I came across this little gem. Ironically enough, while also cleaning out my room recently, I found the hard copy version of this same little gem – all of my 18 year old self poured into a tiny notebook, chronicling one relationship with one person. The complexities, the feelings, the sheer pain that comes from adolescent love.
And I read it back to myself and I marvel.
In some ways, I find it amusing how dramatic I once was. But in other ways, I find that I’m not all that different from who I was before.
People that know me know that I keep a very transparent, open-book policy in life. I have nothing to hide. But divulging the who behind this book – the figures and memories referenced – will not happen.
I have full confidence that the inspiration behind this book – my muse, if we’re being artistically dramatic – will know from the moment they begin reading that this is about them.
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I’d love to hear what you think about the pieces in this book, as well as any conspiracy theories you may have. Let me know in the comments!