Thats a sweet poem which might be described as “confessional”. Thanks for posting.
It was a good thing at school or the office where I'm paid to sit still and think for eight hours a day but it's a problem the rest of the time Does she want to be more than friends? Why hasn't she texted me back? Am I being too clingy? Like a vaudeville plate spinning act my thoughts spiral to desperation I should learn to trust my instincts I'm a moth and she's the flame I just have to accept the singed wings
About the Poet:
Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was…
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