“Unsent message to my Ex, who doesn’t want eyes on his paper”

It’s 2am. Let’s strive to find a bit of poetry in this “Message to my Ex,” one that I coined this evening in the notes on my phone. I’ll never send it. I’d much rather show it to you. So, the following is a copy-and-paste-poem with selections from my unsent message. Perhaps someone out thereContinue reading ““Unsent message to my Ex, who doesn’t want eyes on his paper””