Regretfully, Yours Truly

You’ll be able to find me in my poems.

I often share too much, 

talk too loud, 

and crave too openly. 

You’ll find me there 

stuck in the in-between 

because I often tangle myself in my words.

You’ll find me there, 

and everything in me, 

and everything that makes me me ,

and the things that make me me, 

and the experiences that make me me.

You’ll find me in there, 

I promise.

Next to the cries for help,

echoes of humility,

and standing next to words so big they remind people of my overconfidence and insecurities, 

That’s where I’m stuck. 

Constantly traversing a landscape that only I can define.