They Were Like Two Magnets Who Couldn't

It May Seem That Every Time Someone Offers You A Hand Up, They Just Let Go And You Slip Further Down.

But I Do Know Which Is The Least Popular. The Truth.

Josh Turns To Me. “i Can’t Believe She’s Writing These Things.” “not She,” I Say. “me.” “why Would Anyone Say This Stuff About Themselves On The Internet? It’s Crazy!” “exactly,” I Say. “i’m Going To Be Mentally Ill In Fifteen Years, And That’s Why My Husband Doesn’t Want To Be Around Me.

I Hate Not Knowing What To Believe Anymore. I Hate Not Knowing What's Real.

Did The Poet Use Red To Symbolize Blood? Anger? Lust? Or Is The Wheelbarrow Simply Red Because Red Sounded Better Than Black?